Hiii~ Hooo~ Hiii~ Hooo~ Tharin's pickaxe pierced the rocky wall of his tunnel with each swing. Each hii and hoo alternated with the sound of metal breaking through rocks, producing a weirdly satisfying melody. Tharin's tunnel was one of the longest among his peers; not that it was a compliment. Tharin was a weird kind of Dwarf. While his race loves to dig tunnels through the northern mountain of Dragnir, they did that for the sake of taking out the metals lying deep within. Tharin's motivation was a bit...different. Hiii~ Hooo~ Hiii~ Hooo~ He just love to dig tunnels. Through and through and through. His goal? To see the end of this tunnel, to see where this long, claustrophobic corridor leads to. At first, he would finish his job around the clock and go back to his settlement. As the tunnel grew longer, Tharin decided that he would rather bring more supply and keep on working until his supply depleted. And thus the frequency of Tharin returning to the settlement grew less and less. At this point, he had brought the largest amount of supply yet and had continuing his work non-stop for a week. As dwarven food were processed so they decay slower, he should not worry about supply for at least another week. Hiii~ Hooo~ Hiii~ Hooo~ Not that he would need it, since he could feel it right now. The rocks were weaker, they break faster, as if not made from dirt. This is it. The moment that he was waiting for. He had finally reached the end of his journey. Clank! One final swing broke the thin layer of rock in front of him, and light burst forth into his eyes, replacing the dim light of his makeshift lantern.