Duke Argon of Icefire & Lady Massidia of House Icefire
Fortress of Icefire, Duchy of Icefire, Cthonia
Duke Argon had just finished the meeting in the Palace of Fire. It hadn't gone well and his sister Massidia knew this. These daily meetings were simply irritating, and took all morning. Of course, morning was a highly relative term for a dwarf- especially one in Icefire. It was close to impossible to tell what time it was, as dwarves rarely headed outside. Even if one did head outside onto the mountain plateau, there was a high chance that the constant clouds would simply block out any sign of the sun. Because of this, the dwarves of Icefire had bought a massive clock for the fortress, placed right in the great hall. However, the great hall was not where the Duke and lady Massidia were heading, and it wasn't in the Palace of Fire either. No, they were heading into the mines, the one place where the nobility could find peace. They reached the amethyst part of it, which was relatively lonely and removed from the iron the miners were currently extracting. Argon didn't know this, but this was the same spot his great-great-great-grandfather Stronghammer paced when he had troubles as well, the stress from founding Icefire often getting to his head. Now, the stress was from running the damned thing. "If I get one, one more goddamned talk about the economy, and one, one more response that what we should do is wait and see, I'll abdicate the throne and head straight into the depths of the mine, build a little hut for me, and grow a small colony in the depths of the world!" The exasperation was mostly to himself, but Argon did a good show of raising his steel arms to the air, extending his gauntlets to the sky as if he was pleading with a god.
His sister smiled, shifting some of her longish hair to the side. Massidia couldn't help it, Argon deserved this. He was the duke after all, and her big brother probably couldn't survive without the help of a score of servants to call on his every need. The mountains of gold that he personally held in the treasury were fairly helpful as well. However, she was tolerant. "Argon, you do realize that something interesting happening to you would be considered a tragedy to everyone. You live interesting. You don't think hearing all the towns complaints and personal stories is interesting? Come Argon, we only have another hour to get back to the Palace and allow you to do your hearings from the common folk." She began to walk out of the mines, and Argon started to follow grudgingly, a duke brought down like a child who is forced to come inside for the night and stop playing.
Suddenly a crash occurred in the mines.
The duke took the moment before his sister could call on the guards. He drew his great grandfather's weapon, Icemaul. "I'm going to check it out. I'm already in my armor anyways."
"What if it's a dragon?"
"It'll have to eat around my shell." The duke headed down the hall, his maul in both hands. Massidia took a lantern off the wall for her left hand, drawing a silver dagger out in her right. They weren't expecting to find a Karceit around the corner.
His sister couldn't help herself. "She's cute!"
Argon facepalmed, but then felt like he had to say something as well. "Umm... by the expression on your face you seem lost." This was interesting, even to him.