Sharpaxe wanders the hallowed halls to were some of the most legendary dwarves were put to rest. Kings, warriors, smiths, and all the other legends lay here. It is a place of sorrow, and joy, for you can get power from these sullen tombs. Sharpaxe knells in front of a tomb saying [translated from Dwarven Runes] Here lies Bjorn Xander Sleetan. Great dwarven warrior, and smith. Died saving son, Sharpaxe.
*Kneels before Sharpaxe, and mourns with him* He was a great dwarf my friend. He will not be forgotten. *Puts flowers on the grave of his old friend.*
Shog laddie, I got brows like crags and eyes like nuggets o' gold. Show a dwarf some mercy and stand me a flagon o' mead.