Far above, the dwarven city of Noldrunthrone lies abandoned, a clanhold with no clan. Below, the pale descendants of those dwarves dwell in a thriving city. Magnificent buildings rise from the stone and are surrounded by great groves of fungi and fields where all manner of lizards graze. The dwarves here are traders who welcome all to their city. But if visitors find themselves still within its walls for the monthly ceremony of Balatham’s Feast—a great sacrifice to some hideous power of the darkness—they must make their escape through an army of ravenous, cannibalistic zealots.