1 Enter areaMeet up with Náin and his company at Amgaruslun in the Clovengap0/1
2 Speak toNáin the Slakeless (Show dialog)
'I can hardly explain it, my friend. How could Durin know of such a passage? Could it be true?'
Náin absent-mindedly strokes at the air beneath his shorn beard before lowering his hand.
'You know of what I speak, Player. When Durin told me that he had proclaimed himself to be Durin the Seventh—Durin the Deathless reborn, I must admit I balked at his words. Durin confided in me, and he spoke of visions and of ancient memories that returned to him deep within Mount Gundabad. And so, you must imagine my disbelief when he told me that Hrímil had made a lair for herself in an old Greymaul treasury—the so-called Hiddenhoard of Abnankâra. Such a thing should not even exist!
'Yet, with each swing of those pick-axes, I find myself more convinced.'
Náin glances over his shoulder at the dwarves of his company picking away at the ice of Amgaruslun.
'It has been some time, my friend. Why don't you see if we have broken through?0/1
'You say you heard a voice on the wind? It can be no other—we have found the lair of Hrímil Frost-heart!
'I shall send word to Durin at once, my friend. If ever I doubted his words, I have now all the proof I sought. Alas that the Black Mattock was lost in the Deepscrave! This will have to do....'
Náin hefts a war-mattock of the Iron Hills in his hand.
'In the meantime, Player, I would ask that you gather your strongest allies to Mount Gundabad. When you are prepared, we shall see what awaits us within Abnankâra!
'Even with the combined might of the Gabil'akkâ behind him, Durin shall have need of you—and of them—if victory is to be won!'0/1
5 Enter areaComplete 'The Hiddenhoard of Abnankâra'0/1
6 Speak toPrince Durin (Show dialog)
'Many are the songs that will be sung of this day, my friend. At long last, Hrímil Frost-heart is dead and Mount Gundabad is ours. And I would be remiss to overlook the role you played in our victory, Player!
'With Hrímil's death, our conquest of the Mountain-home is all but certain. Gorgar is slain, and the line of Azog is ended. The Orcs and their wild cousins from the North have fallen into disarray, and it is my firm belief that those who linger within Gundabad will be routed in the days ahead.
'Even so, I grieve the loss of my uncle, Náin, and it is with great sorrow that I shall have to deliver word of his death to my father, King Thorin. My heart aches, too, that he was so soon to follow my grandfather, Dáin, in death.
'May his deeds and his memory never be forgotten! Long live Náin—slakeless, now and evermore!'0/1
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