Walls crumbling, streets cratered, blood running through the gutters. Screams pierce the night, weeping can be heard throughout the echoing cavern. Smoke and fire choke the night. Welcome, to DallinsHaven, once a refuge for dwarvenkind, now an utter ruin on its last legs. I invite you to ride along with me, as we listen to the defender's last stand. And again, I welcome you, to DallinsHaven.