OOC: Kurin is sitting at a table pondering the sub-level map. His focus is intense, but weariness is causing his eyelids to droop. His mind wanders back to the prophetic dream of the other night. Dwarves, in nice armor, around a mandala… what for? Probably Vasaduhlk, but so what..? so what..? …uh… SO WHAT?!?
Kurin’s chair falls backwards with Kurin in it, his arms wheeling! CRRAAASSSSHHH!!!!!!
Kurin: VASADUHLK! Those were VASADUHLK! I’ve been looking for them half my life! And now I know where to find them! What have I been doing these past two weeks!?!
OOC: Now it occurs to Kurin that a group of dwarves, knowledgable in magic, skilled in forge and battle, and knowing how the Mandalas work were in his vision. Did they send it to him? Do they need his help? We need to go back to Green Mountain!