No stranger to the adventuring life, Gimli's father Glóin reflects upon his past campaigns and eagerly awaits the next.
'I understand you fought alongside my son Gimli at a number of recent battles, ${PLAYER}, and I look forward to hearing about them! Every people has its own way of recording the history of war, but there is none so detailed or pleasing to the ear as that of the dwarves; my people have had a great deal of practice at both the conduct of war and its description! Yes, I have lived a life of battle, and would prefer no other!
'I told you before that I fought at the Battle of Azanulbizar. Others of my kind earned glorious epithets like \qOakenshield\q or \qIronfoot,\q and the dead were so numerous they could not be entombed; instead they were burned, and the honour of the Burned Dwarves of Azanulbizar will not be forgotten. I slew my share of Orcs in the Dimrill Dale, and I dare say I made my father proud. I expect it will be the same with Gimli when he shares his account of his own fighting in the south!
'Azanulbizar closed that war, but it was not the only such war between Dwarves and Orcs; nor would it be the last. It was the sixth, sometimes called by my people the Great Orc War. We held Gundabad again during that war, but only briefly, and after the losses at Azanulbizar King Thráin had neither the heart nor the warriors to reclaim it. The Longbeards became a people in exile.'
Imák and Venko are at your camp-site in Misthallow, and they have some thoughts about Glóin's tale.
Silence has fallen upon your camp-site, and your companions eat and drink in silence.