[Cards] Crash and Burn (Patreon)

A lone bell rang in the deep mine, its sound tied to another at the entrance far above. The old dwarf paused, steel fist set to cracks in the granite, and listened to the echoes.

Heavy boots. Hobnailed. Three pairs. Ironbreak Guild standard. They'd be here for the mining knuckles, the scars he bore a reminder of the last time they'd requested his designs….

They wouldn't find him unarmed now. He straightened up, taking a deep breath that seemed to feed his gauntlets' flames.

After all, a skull could shatter more easily than stone.