The Tomb of Dwarven Kings

Deep in the mines the Priest Garnth Uruth looked up. The door to the Tomb of Dwarven Kings had been breached.
He quickly gathered his things, a bedroll, his pickaxe and shovel, climbing gear, the intricate objects of his office which never ceased to inspire awe in his flock-a tiny adamantine statue of the Deity at the Forge, a few candles and a finely woven prayer rug, the craftsmanship of his wife Shontha, and daughter Medicka. His rough fingers lingered on the threads. Then without any more sentiment than that, Garnth slung his pack over his huge armored shoulder, and clambered over the rocks to where the foreman stood, his beard caked with dust and grime and stone. The foreman looked over the priest and immediately knew his expedition would be less a valued member. “You’re leaving.” The foreman said in his gruff and matter of fact tone. “I trust it isn’t to be taken as a sign of disfavor?” His brow barely registering the fear such would bring.
“Not at all. He is pleased as ever with your work. No, friend,” the foreman flinched at the word, for its use amongst dwarves meant that it might be the last time you spoke to the person, “There is a matter he needs me to look into. I’ll be returning to the clan.”
“I’ll send Heathrall and Chontar with you, surely their knowledge of the tunnels will speed your journey,” said the foreman. Garnth knew that this would cost his friend at least two days, as Heathrall and Chontar were his best men, but the Tomb had been breached, and it was only his pride that told him to refuse the offered aid. Furthermore Heathrall and Chontar were among the best in the clan with bolt or hammer, he would need them. “Thank you.” Was all he said.
The foreman hollered into the mine shaft, and before long the two young dwarves climbed out eyes curious. “You two will go with the Prelate, do as he bids and ask nothing. May the sparks of the forge light your way.” With that the foreman turned back to the mineshaft his face as solid and stoic as the stone beneath his feet.
Goodbye my friend. Garnth silently told the foreman and turned down the path toward the secret caverns which would bring them to the Tomb of Dwarven Kings.