During the next shift, Skaggi leads a group of dwarves up to the foreman. They toss their tools at his feet, a general indication of the trade union they wished to parley. The foreman sighed, turned, and whistled to the other supervisor, and indicated halting the work. Others began to crowd around.

Skaggi stepped forward to speak.

"Me 'n the lads had a talk. We've been workin hard down 'ere for a while now. Between that an how many displaced Dwarfs are in Frosthaven, we've been makin due with makeshift worship. We think it's time the city recognized us and give us a place for a temple to that cu-...that fine fella Morgrim. It's only right. It isnt even a lot ta ask."

Lots of nods and mumbles of agreement.

"Good news is we took a vote already, and we've appointed yerself to carry it to the mucky mucks who decide shite. Thats all."

The workers picked up their tools and prepared to get back to work, while the foreman shook his head and muttered "Frack me sideways" to himself. But done was done and the message would be carried at the end of the work day.

"Intelligence reports indicate a potential uprising or unrest within the dwarven communities," Lady Halena Icebane, Commander of the Vanguards, declared, her voice sharp and commanding. "While the situation remains unclear, I order the Vanguards to maintain heightened vigilance. Monitor the tram lines closely, observing dwarven activity for any signs of unrest or unusual behavior. Report any suspicious activity immediately. We must remain vigilant and prepared to intervene should the situation escalate."

Skaggi gathered the crew aside before shift.

"Just so you know. Frostwardens let a Voidcaller in, trashed the Snowdrift Inn with their undead, and I had ta fix it for em. Not so much as a Thankee kindly. They shut down the Inn. So if you boys know where to get a drop, spit it out now. Else we're dry."

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