The smithies of Mith’Varal once rung with the sounds of dwarven craftsmen working the precious mithral extracted from the nearby mines into arms and armour of incredible beauty. Now all but one smithy lies dusty and abandoned. The mines once guaranteeing the village’s wealth and power are all but exhausted and now give up only scraps of Mith’Varal’s silvery lifes-blood. Discontent and anger simmers among the populace – anger that the gods have abandoned the village and thegn Thorak Arnirsson does not stir himself from his bleak fortress to save his people. For now, the Faceless Guard guarantee the thegn’s rule, but their ruthlessness and the acts of a rebel group of miners delving deep in the closed mines, threaten to bring rebellion to Mith’Varal’s streets.