Torel knelt in front of Moradins alter as he had for many mornings now, a young acolyte approached entering from the tunnels through the hidden stone door. "Master, I am sorry to disturb you, but there is a dwarf from the hold wandering the deep tunnels as if he were looking for something" Young Taddora spoke. Torel turned slowly towards her, standing fluidly as he did so "Where at Taddora?" he replies. "He is over towards the warrens, Master" she explains. "Very well then Taddora, tank ye, I will go see who our visitor is then, ye kin return to yer duties." Torel speaks solemnly as he glides thru the doorway and into the Underdark. "Yes Sire, as ye say." Taddora replies as he moves away.
Torel moves with practiced ease thru several tunnels and interconnects before hearing the visitor shuffling around ahead of him. He slows down as he approaches the dwarf, carefully looking the dwarf over. He tilts his head as if in remembrance of another time and place, but can not firmly grasp the memory. Hearing the dwarf grumble something about ghosts, he smiles and carefully tosses one of his hammers into the center of the tunnel. After it loudly clambers upon the tunnel floor fully getting the other dwarves attention, "Hail and wel met brodder, long way from the hold fer one of yer standing" Torel calls from the shadows.