Floating Cities Within the Earth

While our travels to Monitrex were far from uneventful, the visage of the floating city, rising above a great abyss, was enough to make one forget many previous mishaps. A single wrong step could bring you to a neverending fall, one that would end in nothing but unfathomable darkness. When we stepped across the swinging bridge, the only thing that still remained in my mind was the intricate massiveness of the city that we now walked in.
 
Our time here would be short, not nearly long enough to accomplish everything we needed, but hopefully enough time to secure aid. Our small city needed workers beyond us twelve, and that focus rose far above anything dealing with politics in the city. We made our way to an inn, procuring a room in a Dwarven tavern named the Silver Thread. The deafening roar that came from within better suited the others, but it would be our home for a few days.
 
There we met the Pickfins, a Dwarven clan of grand craftsmanship. The red mage struck up a contract for miners, my name in ink marking the bottom. But this acquaintance would bring much more than this contract. They needed aid at their forges, and my magic would do just the trick.
 
After fulfilling my duty, I now await the adamantine bracelet the Dwarf granted as my reward. It will serve me well alongside the one of my own family, but will be much harder to destroy.
 
Now we travel to the Lowers, to find the Paladins of Tartarus, one of whom knows our bounty hunter. Maybe we will find more to join us in Mithril Mantle, or maybe the floating city will confound us until we answer its matron.