The next morning, the camp seems somewhat divided. Varg has vanished during the night, headed north into the woods to hunt whilst the rest of the dwarves decide individual roles. Kirrah quietly begins ploughing some fields with the help of one of the yaks, while Enog pokes around in the lower regions of the other.
"This one's a girl!" He shouts in relief.
Grey finds a nice nook next to the bridge to set up a fisherman's hut, using some of the stockpiled wood with the help of Zultan. Lastly, you decide to help Enkutee with her plans to raise a temple to honour the gods. Deciding to use some of the stone that she has dug up.
All in all, the dwarves seem to be keeping to their own. You imagined this might happen, none of them knew each other before this expedition, only meeting you on your passionate urge to leave the human towns. Perhaps it is best to let them keep themselves busy.
A week passes, and so does another. Kirrah has finished ploughing a small field and sown the wild seeds that she found. You are a bit skeptical, but she has been quite quiet since the incident with the kobold so you don't say anything. Zultan has finished a small shack that Grey now inhabits - the river seems ripe with fish of all sorts. Despite his solitary nature, Grey has been talking to Enog quite a lot when he prepares the fish and cooks the meals each night. You suppose he wants to make sure his catches are cooked with perfection, and Enog has been questioning him hard about whether he prefers brook lamprey or carp.
When the final stone of the new temple is set, the dwarves give a hurrah. Although not what everyone wanted, there is a general feeling of contentment amongst the group. Despite this, you cannot help but be worried for Varg - he has not returned from his 'hunt'. He is a capable soldier, but who knows what the wilds hold.
It is at this moment that Enkutee gives a shout from below.
"Come quick! I think I've found something!" You rush into the dugout and see what Enkutee has found.
"What is it?" You ask. She turns to look at you with excitement.
"A wooden door. Must be hundreds of years old because of its condition!"
You look around at the other dwarves. You can tell Enkutee is itching to get it open, but with your militia commander away none of you really know how to fight...
What do we do?