"At the beginning of the second age, Copper Sound was the site of an incident that would cause the one hundred year war, between the Dwarves and the kingdom of Daalmuud." The Ranger took a long drink from a wine skin.
Then he continued. "The king of Daalmuud had sent his cousin to Copper Sound in order to arrange a festival between the two nations. The man had brought along his young son. At some time in the course of these talks a band of orcs attacked Copper Sound. After the orcs were dispelled, it was found that both, the ambassador's son and a set of ancient relics dear to the dwarves had come up missing." He paused, to look out over the slightly barren lands, then back to the lad. "The Dwarves accused the king's cousin of paying the orcs to attack, so a spy posing as his son could steal the relics. The man in turn accused the Dwarves of not taking care of his son or of kidnapping him themselves. Tempers flared, the ambassador returned to Daalmuud, to report the events to the king. The dwarves, massed an army on the borders of Daalmuud."
Dravius found his appetite quiet removed and sat the bowl aside. The ranger, took another spoon of stew and continued speaking after bites. "The king, angered by their aggression, amassed his own army and the war began. The kingdom of Daalmuud pushed the dwarves all the way back to their mountains, but suffered heavy casualties in the process. The Dwarves responded with an army of golems."
There was a bit of a pause as the Ranger got more comfortable. "Though the dwarves did not return from under the mountains for three hundred years, the golems overwhelmed the Daalmuud army and smashed their kingdom into dust. The nation was split but no king would ever sit above these free lands again. Copper Sound has ever set as a border, that the dwarves of Brega have never crossed unto this day....."
As the ranger finished this tale, he took a long pull from the wine skin and offered it to the lad. "Would you like me to guide you to a village nearby in the morning?"
Dravius sat for a moment, deep in thought before responding. "No, I will make my way back to my father's camp in the morning" The ranger laughed, "Well enough lad, your welcome to the warmth of my fire for the night" He rummaged through an old leather pack and pulled out an old wool blanket. He handed it to Dravius, before stoking the fire and laying down himself.
Though Dravius's thoughts were troubled, he eventually settled into an uncomfortable sleep. Nightmares of his homeland burning plagued his mind through the night. He woke in the morning, to find the fire burned down to coals and no sign of the ranger, but two ripe red apples laying near his head. His thoughts immediately turned to the gauntlet and he knew that he had to fix this.