“From the blood-scribed scratchings of the journal of Lord Catatonia...
"...hurry scurry little dwarven tinkerers, meddlers in the earth, delvers for jewels and gemeries. Leading from the rear, my hand a bloodied stump, I watched the bearded ones skitter from hoof to cloven hoof of our slow-witted goat-heads. Bull-headed giant swiping at the heads of the little ones, swamped by their numbers. Crossing the line into our sensitive spot time and again, the Radisher took his consolation in a tasty hairy snack. Unbowed, the mining minnows forged a score of more than 3 but less than 5, my tears mixed with my blood as i rejoiced in our wretchedness. The battlefield smeared with hoof and horn, we stomped onward to the next dreary challenge...."”