THE CANTICLE OF GAUNTLGRYM

Passed down by dwarves throughout the North for centuries, the Canticle of Gauntlgrym is now something of an anthem for the reclaimed city. It is often sung on the road by dwarven travelers on their way to make a life in Bruenor’s halls.

Silver halls and mithral doors Stone walls to seal the cavern Grander sights than e’er before In smithy, mine, and tavern Toil hard in endless night In toast, oh, lift yer flagon! Ye’ll need the drink to keep ye right At forge that bakes the dragon. Come Delzoun, come one and all! Rush to grab yer kin And tell ’em that their home awaits In grandest Gauntlgrym!