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'After the morning exercise, we got into formation for our parade through the streets. At first the town seemed almost asleep; Somewhat uncharacteristic of Bree, I find. Usually, there is always a few citizens that come to gawk at us exercising or follow the procession. We did end up attracting a small crowd of onlookers once we reached the western gate. Mostly men, though a couple of elves also took interest.'

Captain Rodtranorn the Drill-Instructor inspects his dwarrows during military training.

Plastered on the noticeboards of every dwarven settlement, from Gondamon to Thorin's Hall, are posters, lovingly decorated and stamped with the seal of The Blue Mountains Regiment, inviting all good dwarves and dwarf-friends to the Annual Blue Mountains Yule Revelries.

The menu for this year's banquet at the Annual Blue Mountains Yule Revelries, featuring the finest of local cheeses, meats, and refreshments!

Whenever you are feeling down, there's nothing like a visit to the forges. The warmth, the sight, the smell, the sound:

Listen to the sound of coal being added, the beat of the bellows, the sizzling of steel during quenching, the ringing when hammer meets anvil...