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During the night, Brenna stirs and shifts a few times as the embers glow is at its lowest point, a faint shimmer of very dim light overshadows the embers soon and it grows gradually brighter. Seconds later, Brenna wakes up, the light becoming so bright it shines past the thin cloth of the bedroll. She moves slowly, her combat instincts taking over and she does not want to alert anyone who might see her, although as she slowly pulls the blanket back, it seems so bright that it must be morning.
She gets up slowly, still feeling a bit tired and as she does, she realizes that no one else is up yet it seems to be almost mid-sun. She moves around the first wagon and sees no sign of anyone either in the wagons or near them. As she turns back towards her bedroll, a warhammer sits atop it. She instinctively reaches down to her own belt and finds that she has none of her weapons at all. She drops lower and scans the tree line, searching for any enemy but finds no one there and the warhammer still sits there.
Moving closer, she notices that the warhammer is glowing slightly but with the bright sunlight, it is difficult to discern at all. She picks it up and sees the symbol of Moradin upon it, etched into the mithral hammer head, surrounded by symbols of power and strength written in dwarvish. As she holds it in both her hands, she feels the power and strength of Moradin within her, surrounding and enveloping her in a soothing strength she has not felt since she was still amongst only the dwarves of the Star Forger clan. The light from the weapon slowly ebbs away, and she is standing alone before a great forge that is white hot and feels warm, like the sun upon one’s face, not the oppressive heat that one would expect from the forge. She recalls the first time she crafted her first suit of armor, just days after her first weapon, a warhammer dedicated to Moradin.
An owl’s call can be heard as Brenna wakes with a start, her Mordenkrad in her hands as she sits up, lying in the same place she bedded down, earlier that evening. Most everyone is asleep except the one on watch, his back to her and part of the wagon obstructing her view. It is still night and the warhammer in her dream is nowhere to be found and at once she realizes that Moradin has entered her dreams and reminded her that she serves him and that the skills and abilities she has have been given by him and that no dwarf should ever allow themselves to feel ashamed at their God given abilities. She feels a calm that she did not possess hours ago and in fact feels foolish about being worried about the simple peasant’s scorn and derision. Her companions knew her worth in such a short time and she was once again reminded of its value. Knowing the coming days would have more martial tests than those of the will, she was calmed in knowing that one more battle had been finished. She moved towards the person on watch, clearing her throat softly enough not to wake the others but to alert whomever was on watch where she was without being alarmed.
She smiled as she stepped around the wagon to take her shift and thought, “The next day would be a better one!”
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