"And how do you even know? How do you know what 'choices' we had? We have? What even gives you the<em>right</em>to interfere with us, like this? Do you think you're some almighty god, come down to direct a poor, lost flock of sheep, who've gone and gotten lost and scared? You're just a mortal, who's grown too big, aren't you? Or are you running from something? Couldn't get enough of your own people, so you had to come meddle in the affairs of some lesser peasants? Is that all we are to you? Peasants? Children? Go on, then, protect us from whatever horrible things only you know of! Go!"<br/><br/>His teleport lands him on the slopes of a dormant volcano. About a mile below him, he spots a small, dwarven village, partially carved into the side of the mountain, and spilling outwards, almost like a small trickle of lava, especially given the predominantly red-and-black motif of the stonework.