Dwarves appeared to be stuck in blocks of ice. That couldn’t be right could it? They were just realistic dummies made of wax or stone to represent important people in dwarf history right?
I decided to talk with the loremaster. “Hail Loremaster Solstrin.”
Solstrin bowed before me and said, “Greetings to you as well wood elf. I have recently heard many tales of your people and their glory. I am honored to welcome you to the Hall of Ancestors. Here our people come to pay tribute to the bravest and wisest of our kin who have passed from this life into Brell’s holy domain. If you are interested, I’d be happy to tell you a little bit about the heroes buried here.”
Buried being the key word here. So these really were actual corpses of dwarven heroes preserved in ice. Yikes.
The loremaster was polite and all, but I didn’t care to stick around the creepy graveyard.