In a settlement that measures worth by what you've done, dwarf archivist Sigra Truecut keeps Ash'rift's oldest forge-records by cutting every tablet herself. She'll tell you exactly what the stone says about the Ashen Crown, and exactly where the stone goes quiet.
Every morning at Haltcross Hamlet begins with Bram Hollowdrum's handbell -- the dwarf town crier who turns dry grain prices and bandit warnings into the one performance the whole crossroads shows up for.
Meet Marta Stonechisel, the dwarf sculptor whose plaza statues and bronze commissions shape the Artisans' Ward's public face -- a patient, stubborn NPC for patronage, civic intrigue, and a secret project of her own.
"Gold doesn't lie. People lie about gold. Those are very different problems, and I solve both."
“I don’t fight the sea. I schedule around it.”
“The light doesn’t stop the storm. It stops the loss.”
“Everything has a price. In Heathdun, the storm sets it first.”
“Dark doesn’t frighten me. What frightens me is a lie hiding inside it.”
“The rock doesn’t hate you. It just remembers what you forgot.”
“Deadlines don’t bury the dead. Bad joiners do.”
“The dead do not ask to be remembered. The living require it.”
“If it leaves tracks, it can be learned. If it can be learned, it can be killed.”