The dark and dripping sewers beneath present-day Ravens Bluff display strange engravings scattered here and there in the dank corridors, relics of a lost dwarven kingdom. Even today, hollows in the hearts of massive pillars constructed by the lone-dead dwarves of Sarbreen sometimes yield up mighty treasures and deadly perils. Minstrels sing of magic and jewelry stolen from Myth Drannor in its dying days and hidden somewhere in the vicinity; dwarves whisper of, “magic enough to shatter our people” left behind in the cellars and underways. Any old ruin wears a cloak of such tales, but Sarbreen is studded with jewels of truth. The City of the Hammer was awash in magic in those ancient days, in the days of the rightful king of the Vast, King Tuir Stonebeard.