Hey yo! Hey yo! The pickaxe shines!
Hey yo! Hey yo! Chisel the rock wall!
Underground dark, torchlight bright,
Dig out gold to trade for wine!
Landslides and water pools don't scare us,
Dwarves are always strong!
If stuck at the bottom of the mine—
The smell of ale will lead us home!
...
The air in the "Giant's Mouth" tavern was thick with the rich aroma of ale and the scent of grilled meat.
The dwarves' rough laughter and curses, the heavy clink of wooden mugs when they raised their glasses, the off-key mining songs, and the shouts of servers weaving through the crowded tables and chairs.
This was the most familiar evening time for every dwarf.
In the farthest corner of the tavern, beside a table leaning against the stone wall, the dwarf Tolin Deep Furnace who had accidentally fallen into Pujie Dungeon and was later brought back to the Mountains was having his last drink before saying goodbye to his friends.
