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Orin I of the Veevatil Mines, the first dwarf born in the Midnight realm, the Hammer Deity, walked into the Innkeepers office. Though the pressure outside the Innkeepers office was great - so great that Orin felt like the weight of the underground kingdom had been placed solely upon his shoulders - he did not stumble nor did he slow down.

From the very early days of the Midnight realm itself, Orin had forged and mined the very mountains storing Veevatil ore itself! What weight had he not borne? What pressure had he not tolerated? When had he let the pressures and burdens of the world dictate him? Even the Heavenly Tree, in its prime, could not dictate Orin's actions.