Macaroth retreated to his dungeon heart to ponder the situation more, in peace away from the hustle and bustle above. He sat in a comfortable chair and started pondering on his progress, on the progress of other keepers that must be present here as well as the meaning of the red sun. He sat there eyes closed almost as if sleeping, still as stone but his mind raced furiously going over the information and coming up with a multitude of possible reasons and answers.

A few hours went by in though before he was interrupted by his firstborn, kneeling 5 feet from him and looking at him with silvery eyes gleaming with pride. He stood up and stretched out a bit "what have you discovered?" He asked gently. His son spoke without hesitation, fluently and calmly "i have found a quarry in the nearby mountains, abundant with resources. With the appearance of the red sun i also imagine that the previously working miners would have abandoned the site to go seek shelter in nearer cities"

Macaroth nodded in agreement and stood up his son who towered over him but still felt dwarfed by his creator, his father. He nodded again and sent him away "go and find arms, join your brothers in the patrols. These are strange times so keep the utmost vigilance" His son bowed and left the comfy little chamber, the walls lined in stone blocks adorned with dark blue and red tapestries along with a fireplace and a thick soft carpet stretched out in front of a single chair by the fireplace, carved with the utmost skill and varnished making the dark wood glisten as the fire threw its light over it, at least here everything seemed to still be..natural