The uniformally dwarven population of Arak’Shar is an anomoly in both East and West. Irath had a distinct tendancy to mix populations, since piousness was more a concern to them than species (in most cases). It’s not a terrible mystery why that trend never found its way to the dwarves. All it takes is a glance at a map. Arak’Shar is nestled up in lands where ice rarely melts, even in the summer. The sturdy dwarves, with their tendancy to dig down away from the cold, are just about the only people that could, or would want to, live where they do.

Certainly they paid their tithes to the Priest-Kings and raised temples as was required, but beyond that the dwarves have always gone on with their own tasks besides that. The change in government to the rulership of their distinctly lazy Sovereign was barely even noticed. They simply sent the tithe to a different location and continued on. Instead of to the Temple Mount of Irath, it goes to the lair of Glarianremous, more commonly known as Glacis in polite company in Arak’Shar, or a whole host of less flattering names in more casual times. The fat old white dragon Glacis is more than happy to let the dwarves rule themselves as they wish, and even have their own king, so long as gemstones and platinum coins continue to flow into his lair in a generally regular manner.

Despite being host to the first portal to open during the Invasion, Arak’Shar came out of the war without much devastation. It’s far easier to hold mountains and twisting passages than open land. The mostly defensive tactics of the dwarves held loss of life down to a minimum. More dwarves were lost assisting other Sovereign nations than protecting their own lands. Certainly that puts the dwarves in an advantageous position at the moment. However, none of the other nations are particularly worried. Both the dwarven people and Glacis already have what they want. Wealth. Given their comparitively well staffed and undamaged infrastructure and industry, wealth has been increasingly coming to them since the invasion. There’s no need to go out looking for it at the end of a spear.

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