At the very heart of the giant dwarven village, Chief Igris sat across from Max, his immense frame resting on a stone-carved seat that seemed almost too small to contain his bulk.
Around them, the other villagers had gathered, their eyes sharp and curious, their expressions solemn. The air felt heavy with expectation, the kind that lingered when truths were about to be revealed.
"Before we go on the quest to get the catalyst, I need to tell you about our village," Chief Igris said at last, his voice carrying a gravity that silenced even the murmurs of the crowd. "You see, our village is only one among many scattered throughout the violet wasteland. Each one is home to our kin, the giant dwarves, who live as we do, forging strength and guarding the fragments of ancient knowledge. We live in harmony most of the time, bound by blood and tradition, but peace does not erase the shadow of conflict. When power comes into question, conflict is inevitable."
