... the coast of Hillsbrad was still. At dusk everything calms, form nagas to seagulls. The only person still active was Angst Ironboot, walking to and fro near the entrance to Dun Garok, dwarven hold, carved into the mountains which formed a border between Arathi and the Foothills. 'What's taking Ulgarf so long?' wondered Angst. Ulgarf didn't belong to the type of people who missed important meetings. And the meeting which should have started by now was quite an important one. Thoradin's wall? "What'd ye mean reconstructin'?" The elf was here and she whispered a word.