The Mechanist's Log: Mountain Home & The Invasion

After defeating the Snakeroot's Bite, our next step to find the monastic faction Cu's Fist. I went with Gothmog and Radegast. The caravaneer was kind enough to grant us a ride, and we were given the opportunity to see more of Randera's sights and anomalies. Our travels took us to a small town, and during our visit, we found a man by the name of Doctor Fimbleton. He was a human man with white hair, thick eyebrows, and a moustache. We elected to help him explore a Dwarven ruin, which had its fair share of traps. The stonework had astoundingly detailed carving, although it was not as derelict as we thought.
 
Finding a puzzle of sorts, we experimented with different combinations of phrases thanks to Radegast's knowledge of Dwarven language. We eventually solved the puzzle and opened the gate, only to find a massive underground dwelling of Dwarves singing in unison to what I assume to be their national anthem. There were also very small minorities of other races such as gnomes. They were confused by our entry from the outside, and by wearing pants, we had already broken one of their cultural normalities: men were supposed to wear kilts. I can't believe I was emasculated just like that, it boils my blood.
 
I hid in fox shape for the meantime, and eventually, the rest of us had reached Mountain Home (as the Dwarves call it). I found my first friend Varis walking the streets, so I caught his attention. Despite my inability to speak, he picked up on my need for culturally appropriate clothing and acquired a kilt for me to wear. I was able to traverse the underground city more comfortably, although I never quite fit in.
 
To curry the favor of the Mountain Home dwarves, we lent our strength to defend against the Drow who apparently threatened their land. I assisted in the creation of a grand spider tank, which fired explosive force projectiles from an emitter. Although it did its job for the most part, at one point it short circuited, and was on the verge of total malfunction. Amidst the battle while Gothmog and Zahira were making quick work of their adversaries, I diagnosed the problem and swiftly fixed it. If it had exploded, it would have tarnished my name and my reputation.
 
If I want to be a proper hero, then I have to be reliable to my allies. I shall not falter in the face of adversity.