ALMH Chapter 68: Building the Wall.
The first light of dawn broke over the village, casting long shadows as the morning mist rolled in from the forest. It was still quiet, the usual sounds of the early-rising villagers replaced by an eerie calm. The air was thick with anticipation. James stood on the newly repaired wooden wall, his eyes scanning the horizon. His heart pounded in his chest, knowing the undead were still out there, waiting for their chance to strike again.
A distant rumbling of boots broke the silence, and soon enough, a line of dwarves appeared on the northern path, their armor gleaming in the early light. James's breath caught in his throat as he saw just how many there were, over a thousand strong. They marched in formation, their heavy steps sending tremors through the earth, and at their head was Thorin Ironfist, his long braided beard swinging with every step.