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It was not your standard Mountain that had popped up over time here on the world of Terra but was that of the Blue Mountains, thanks to the tranfigurative magics from the dwarves most powerful wizards and sorcerers, and it was this very same mountain pass that housed the Business Halls of Lord Jorn himself. Several dwarves stood outside of the gates of this citadel carved in stone and within the walls of this dwarven empire stood markets so vast that it would boggle the eyes of men and mer alike as it did not seem to end but go into the mountain fortress.

The markets busiy streets gave way to all kinds of vendors claiming to have goods from otherworldly places a what one could see every corner have a smithy of some kind claiming to do specialty jobs all in the name of one clan. It was this overflowing market that Jorn watched over from the safety of his office that towered over the open air market and it was with little interest that kept the dwarven lord from watching his people and back to his chair at a ebony desk that was filled with paper work and a small meal and a gold goblet filled to the brim with a dark red wine that filled the air with the scent of foreign spices and warmth while the scones that kept the room lit illuminated while the furs on the floor and the red tapestries on the wall provided a rather unique appearance to the all stone room.