You’ve come to Blasingdell, a small mining town on the northern frontier, it in rugged terrain and dark, deeply forested hills rise beyond the town’s outskirts. It is nearing evening and ther is just one inn in town, and this is not yet the season for travelers, so an Urskan and a Dwarf have the common room almost by themselves, deeply engrossed in a conversation about the metallurgy of armour, when a golden scaled humanoid and two catgirls enter the inn, immediately attracting a lot of attention with their regal poise and for other reasons.
The legend of the smith Durgeddin the Black is well known in this region. In each of the small, scattered towns you’ve passed through, you’ve heard stories of wondrous treasure hidden in long-lost dwarven vaults and a pitiless war of vengeance between dwarf and orc a hundred years past. Durgeddin was a master smith who forged blades of surpassing quality and power. Centuries ago, Durgeddin’s home was sacked by orcs. Durgeddin led the remnants of his clan to a new stronghold in the mountains north of the town of Blasingdell and established a small, secret stronghold somewhere in the trackless wilderness. From his hidden redoubt, he waged a decades-long vendetta against all orc-kind, until one day his enemies discovered his fortress and attacked it. Durgeddin and his followers perished, and much wealth was carried away by the conquering hordes. Or at least so the popular legend goes, you have heard a few dozen retelling with different embellishments, different attackers, and different outcomes, though they tend to agree that the dwarves are gone or undead or that their stronghold was so laden with riches that it sank deep into the underdark or... Well lots of fanciful stories. The shared core is that the dwarves where somewhere around here and that they are gone but left riches behind.
((OOC: Well players feel free to talk and introduce yourself.))