The daytime wasn't the providence of the dwarves; miners and craftmen in the arts of stone and metal working made their homes and lives in the living rock of the mountains. Their natural element was the dark... but as all quest seem required to do, the small party of adventurers set out later than expected and it was the light of a new day that saw the advanturers traveling up the passes that led deeper into the mountains and the higher elevations that recent reports  told of a group of ogres making trouble for the moderate folk who plied their trades with the human communities to the north and west... Dagnabet's chosen route and test for the newly joined party to find it's footing in what would surely be more than one life and death struggle to come in the following months.<br/><br/>The reports were spotty... more rumor than reports of a group of ogres praying on dwarven caravans destined for points in the distant lowlands where they would sell good dwarven merchandise for the things that were needed or simply desired in the high lands.<br/><br/>"Tis me thinkin that them yeller eyed oafs be near Larvel's Pass an' nay hard ta find once we get ta it... just a day's journey an' some sniffn' fer they stinkin' hides.. we'll be campin' at a place meself be knowin' fer the day an' we huntin' 'em at night... what say ye lasses? Ye got any good idears goodman?" he asked as his thick soled boots ate up the ground under them and checked the bolt in his crossbow just to be on the safe side.