Chapter 2
The first ship of the Dwarven Empire had made it to a frozen moon of Jotunheimr. All the explorer Dwarfs had copies of the greatest torch in the universe. "Good place for a city" said the captain, who recently called himself Odin, after the fallen god. It was not for the honor of the fallen god, but for the lust for nobility and honor. The company agreed and set up camp.
It was the time when their internal clocks would have the dwarfs sleep, so It was needed. Surprisingly, the crew safely made it through the night. In the morning, they broke the ice they stood on, in pursuit of fish.
Out of everywhere in all the realms of Yggdrasil, this one part of Jotunheimr was best preserved in the event that was intended by Loki to destroy the entire cosmos. It was somewhat shocking that anything survived in any form. "I've heard of these" one Dwarf said, referring to their catch. "Jotunheimr Sea Worms." "Grab a torch, it's breakfast" replied the Dwarf Odin. "If it tastes good, we'll hunt them for gold, which we will use to fund the city building, when and if we succeed, your all in charge of construction, I will focus on finances and such." The Dwarf Odin had reasoned that emperors need governors to succeed. Underlings with power are crucial.
The serpent gave a pleasant aroma over the fire. Once again, the dwarfs were free from any trouble. Anyone could realise this could very well be a hunting strategy by giants.
Their hunting strategy was somewhat more clever than that (but also somewhat risky.) The idea was to wait until the group went paranoid. After that, the priceless Dwarf-made tools and weapons.
