Bruenor stagered through a mountain pass. He was torn by grief and rage, his hold body shuddering. He had been walking for days now, not knowing where he would stop, or preferably, die. As he countinued on staggering down the pass, he neared a well worn road which lead somewhere, Bruenor didn't know where nor did he care. Halfway down that path Bruenor tripped and fell, he felt bone break and he screamed out in pain. He lay down on the path with no hope for life waiting for death to take him. Slowly his body went numb and then, blissfully so did his mind...

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Bruenor woke up in what seemed to be a bed. He knew he was not dead for he felt warmth in all his body. Yet he did not know where he was. He lay in a small room with little furnishings. For a strange reason he felt comforted here. Someone poked their head in the door and said, "eh, he's awake lads, 'e woke up!"
When the people outside his room heard this they all rushed in. When Bruenor saw who and what they were he sighed in comfort and knew where he was. All of the people in his room now were dwarves, he was in the Deep Cities