"Bah, ye can drop the illusions, faerie boy," another dwarf calls from inside. "Ye'll find they don' work on us, anyway."<br/><br/>The first voice calls back. "We've been expecting you; make your way inside. Someone will guide you to the Forgemaster."<br/><br/>The journey down the mineshaft is, thankfully, fairly short, though the six sets of heavy steel doors, banded in what looks like adamantine indicates that this place would be virtually impossible to take by force. Once inside, he can easily see why they might guard their fortress so intensely; he comes out onto the high point of a cliff face, overlooking a massive, underground city, one of the most beautiful sights he's even seen, the architecture a thing of wonders that would make even modern human constructions look like children playing with blocks.<br/><br/>A few moments after they step out, a stout dwarven woman, who refutes the legend that dwarven women have beards as well, arrives to greet them. "Welcome unto you, emissary of the Summer Court. It is an honor to have you walk these sacred halls," she says, offering him a bow.