Deep beneath the walls of Kulettögum, there is a chamber carved into the living stone, long but narrow, yet always filled by laboring dwarves. Of these dwarves, many are of the most ragged of Kulettögum's citizens, dwarves whose entire purpose of life is but to haul the many items produced by the artisans and place them into the vast vaults of accumulated wealth. These dwarves would spend their days carrying items throughout the great fortress, unnoticed by their more fortunate brethren except for the occasional sad instance when one would, full of enthusiasm and vigor and the hope of their hard work being noticed, stray outside into an ongoing battle with the hopes of being the first hauler to bring back a valuable trophy of a narrow giant spider silk sock. This, more often than not, would result in disaster, the hauler being summarily chopped to pieces by the goblin attackers, thus providing more work for the remaining haulers, who now must store away the former dwarf's possessions and arrange for burial in addition to placing that narrow giant spider silk sock in an appropriate bin. So it was that in this narrow room that the hauler class worked to better their hauling skills, building strength and stamina to quickly haul even the heaviest statue to it's allocated floorspace in the vaults with utmost alacrity. For in this room were the great pumps of Kulettögum.
These pumps did not pump water, or anything else for that matter, yet their inner workings were not lubricated by oil, but rather filled with a thick pitch. Thus, despite achieving no actual transport of fluids, working the cranks of the pumps took great strength, and so the haulers would rush to these pumps, crowding into a mass of unbathed dwarven flesh and filth in the narrow hallways leading to the chamber, that they might build muscle, where they would pump until they did collapse from exhaustion. They would then be hauled to their feet by their fellow haulers and sent back out to haul items once more.
Ravus Calmrooms was one of these dwarves...