They were the Tunnel Folk, delvers of gold, and their reputation was unmatched.
And so I was reprieved—for a time—and I left Asgard on foot to go in search of the man who would save my skin. Dvalin was his name, and he was one of the Sons of Ivaldi, the smith, and he and his three brothers had their forge in the caverns of World Below. They were the Tunnel Folk, delvers of gold, and their reputation was unmatched. More importantly, they were also half-brothers to Idun, the Healer, and I figured that if I claimed friendship with her, they would be sure to oblige me.
