"Some are calling it the War of the Titans." said Urist poking the fire. his friend nodded in agreement "Hopefully the Humans will recover. unlike what happened with the Northern Dwarves." Urist continued. he sat back against the log and looked up at the stars "Do you ever wonder what they are?" his friend looked confused at Urist "Whats what?" he asked.
Urist replied "The Stars. my Mother told me it is the Souls of the Titans Armok has created. the Bartender in that Tavern in Twistheard said they were the Deities looking down upon us." he squinted at one "I've always wanted to know, but as usual us simple beings are kept in the unknown.".
His friend sighed and sat back "its for the best." and he rested his eyes. his friend Urist continued "Maybe they are the souls of the Dead. there are many of them so it likely. Maybe our parents and grandparents are watching us. that thought comforts me much." he looked towards his friend who was now snoring loudly.
"Typical Dwarf. Quiet as an Elf when awake, Loud as a Dragon's Fart when asleep". Urist then turned over as slept.