She came from a long line of builders. Her parents were both builders as were their parents and their parents before them. Strong and sturdy, the dwarves knew how stones fit together, how the land reacted to removing this boulder or that outcropping. "The land your parents built was different, Maggie" said the foreman. "I heard the stories, too, but look around you. The lands are shattered. Splintered." Maggie ground her teeth together. She had heard these arguments before and knew that she would hear them again. The foreman bristled, throwing back his shoulders defiantly. "I've not forgotten."