Fidirlun Minefinger
Fidirlun sat hunched over his desk, his ancient eyelids dropping as he tried to focus on the parchment before him. He had been working tirelessly to complete his masterpiece. This safe would be resistant to physical and magical attempts to crack it. The lengthy inscriptions written in minuscule runes over each pin and cog would provide magical resistance, and the intricate system of false pins, glass pressure plates, and adamantine lock bars would keep even the strongest tools and skilled hands from taking what didn't belong to them. His eyes drooped further and his quill wandered, making an errant line, his head sank to the desktop and he drifted off. Dreaming of a land filled with gears and locks and mechanisms beyond his wildest imagination, the ancient dwarf rests peacefully.
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