You offer a drink to an old looking dwarf, still black with the coal he has been digging, and ask about the Baron's military qualities. The dwarf giggles:
"Hey, a good general he is. Beated them orcs at Triple Creek. And at Peak's Top. Notting but victories, my lad!" The dwarf obviously is having a lot of fun, and can't stop grinning.
"And what's so funny about them?" you ask.
The dwarf rolls over the floor laughing:
''Cause them battles ain't battles. Just a company of a few orcs his knights shattered…."
"Great ego with zero experience" you conclude. "And who is this Wizard King?"
"If I knew that I probably could make a fortune. But they call him also the Shadow, or the Terror of the Mourning Mountains. Has held all orcs under his sway for centuries. Or so they said of old. Has no dealings with anyone. No one knows sumsing about him."

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