Entry XV - This is not for you
Grimnir was troubled. Tirion and him had discussed for many nights, down in the secret meeting room Tirion had constructed. Many newcomers, a lot of politics. It had dawned to them, that someone tried to take Hammerscar from them. Grimnir had seen dwarves, clad in silk and armour, clearly not the oppressed workers from the Mountainhomes. And as he walked down the Halls, he saw one of them, a smirking warrior named Shinn. He had seen Pan talking to him, and he was suspecting something or other. They were dwarves around in Hammerscar, dwarves who stood silently, with watchful eyes, and faces of contempt, whenever they saw Grimnir.
No, he thought. Hammerscar is not for them.
He walked to Shinn, quietly and in an orderly fashion. "Evening," Grimnir said, a cold bite and his voice. "Evening," answered Shinn, a tone of disdain in his. Grimnir breathed out quietly, but then he made a gesture towards Shinn, as if to hit him. He didn't, however, but in his eyes a fire roared.
"This is not for you!" he whsipered, as he stood close to Shinn. "Hammerscar is not for you - it is not for the nobles and the traders and the officers. It is for the weak, the oppressed and the forgotten. There are no statues to the glory of idle nobles in our halls, no barracks lined with gold and jewelry for the the children of barons to play in. You think us mad and bloodthirsty? You've forgotten the face of your father, and sworn alligience to a weak king, a coward-king who fancies himself a god! We've welcomed you, we've welcomed every single dwarf who came to our steps, but I tell you, Shinn of the Mountainhomes, do not betray my trust. Might be that Pan is overseer, and Brewster sits on a hidden throne, but I am not yet a forgotten figure. I forged this place, with my own hands, and I tell you, if your king comes to take it away from me, I pledge to him, a thousand cuts so deep he will see what he has become. But go on - play your masquerade with Pan. I'm sure you have your spies."
He paused for a moment. Grimnir had not uttered so many words in so rapid succession in a very long time. He spat at the floor.
"Armok have mercy on you. Your loyalty is filthy and crippled. There is only one thing we should be true to, and that is our brothers and sisters. Hammerscar is a tower, not another colony. Not another colony," he concluded, and left Shinn to his words. He didn't hear them. He did not want to hear them. Grimnir walked to the Hall of Speakers. Then he hesitated. What would happen if he publicly condemned Brewster and Pan? Bitter infighting, that's what. With a darkness in his eyes, he went to Tirion. "Come," he said. "We have plans to do."
"Plans. Plans about what?" said Tirion, as he finished a design in his labotory. "Revolution," said Grimnir grimly.