Two armies, dwarves and greenskins clash and fight one another. Amidst the bloodshed and shattered iron, it appears the dwarves are losing ground...........suddenly, out of the screaming fields of dead dwarves, a lone dwarf, beard as white as snow, charges to face the orcs and goblins alone. His presence inspires the weary and bloody dwarves, who are reinvigorated to fight and somehow manage to win..........after the fight, you follow the mysterious figure hoping to talk..... Hmm? he grunts