Hordin waves as you enter. It’s Friday, and the bar is packed – dusty, coal-covered miners, and a few farriers you’ve been helping stable and clean the horses stabled by the nearby garrison in front of you.  You flip him a wave and carefully pick your way past the smiling barmaid, who blows you a small kiss, before turning back to the people she is serving.  You perch on a stool at the end of the bar, and wait patiently while Hordin shakes hands, hands out drinks and points at a poster on the wall.  It’s a well armoured dwarf….

Tonight on Dungeon Saga, Rordin’s part in the epic quest becomes apparent…