The foundation post for our village is set! Four strangers came with the wood from one of the olde forests, wood strong enough to build a community. We now have a foundation. We can begin our tribal tale here in the forest flats. As we have left behind our old peoples, and their traditional feuds, we found our home, welcoming those who would build a future. Across a sea of starlight, over hills hewn of iron, we traveled to reach this place of us. We write our own future. May we be blessed by Moradin that olde hatreds stayed far away.