The human marveled at the idea that a dwarven prince had once led armies this way, heading for the final battle of his final war on what most men called the plains of dergoth, though dwarves more often called the region the plains of death.
He was seemingly unconscious. They even slowed along the way to spread out over the slope and gather a few scraps of firewood - birch twigs, barbs of gorse, anything that had not already been scavenged.
Andrea swore there were no chemicals in the stuff she was making for us every night, but her food was so weird, chemicals might have improved it.