As we were making our way across the Burning Steppes, we were ambushed. It must have been a hundred of them... Dark Iron dwarves! They were shifting out of the walls, from the rocks in the Steppes; out of every crevice, nook, and cranny in sight. They swarmed us, overwhelming the guards and the few brave heroes that had agreed to assist us on this mission.$B$BOne thing was clear: This was a highly orchestrated ambush. It was as if they knew every move we would make before we made them...