Several Dwarves from the Quarry along with Brantas, Marilynn and Martin, post up as guards, watching the open shaft with intensity and a bit of fear. The rest follow
Trell to his office where he begins to dig through piles of ledgers. Many are rolled up and placed in cubicles set into the wall (think of the post office). The oldest ledgers are near the top and while Trell is grumbling and moving boxes to stand on, his assistant, a young Dwarf wearing a leather apron and some type of monocles on his eyes, shows up with a tray of mugs and a very large pitcher of ale.
"Can't work if yer thirsty, eh?" the Dwarf says with a grin as he begins filling mugs.
"Ah! Here we go! Here we go now! Sweet child of mine! Come to pappy!" Trell sounds excited and eases down off the boxes and gently places a very dusty and somewhat tattered roll of parchment on the table. Glancing at his assistant and the mugs of ale, he shakes his head and mutters,
"If'n any of ye spill one drop of ale on me ledger..." and leaves it hanging at that.

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The ledger is so old it isn't even tied together. It has been simply rolled up and placed in its cubby and left untouched for...the gods know how long! Trell cracks his knuckles and begins to roll out the parchment. As he does so, it crackles and flakes a bit around the edges, causing him (and most of you) to wince and hope it doesn't just fall apart! It doesn't, for these old parchments are incredibly durable even after ages of lying around unused, and with the help of some of you, the ledger is fully spread out. Trell places an empty mug on each corner and stands back to look at it.
Surprisingly there is not much information written on the parchment, but it is filled with Dwarven runes and symbols. Trell looks over it muttering and then calls his assistant to his side.
"Gorban, take a look would ye? Tell us what ya see, boy."
Gorban adjusts the monocles around his eyes, peering at the old parchment...and then mutters,
"There be two pages, boss! The one atop is some writing and underneath..." he gently removes the two mugs on his right and rolls back the top sheet to reveal a map!
Some of the map looks well-drawn, but then much of it is hazy and faded and difficult to make out.
The writing, however, can be translated by Gorban.
1172, Hammer 4 - New shaft discovered. Fresh vein.
1172, Ches 19 - Equinox - tunnels continue. Kobolds! Kill all; lose two men.
1172, Mirtul 8 - Fresh water! Cold and clear. Celebration!
1172, Flamerule 30 - Shieldmeet - Barbarians give warnings. Sommat about waking up the dead. Rubbish
1172, Eleint 20 - rock becomes harder to drill and remove; three men missing.
1172, Uktar 3 - New chamber discovered! Tons of rock to remove.
1172, Uktar 6 - Sommat is wrong
1172, Uktar 13 - Missing several men. Just gone!
1172, Uktar 20 - The barbarians were right!! We've awoken the dead and they...
1172, Uktar 30 - Sealing shaft. Barbarians help. Lost me brudder...
1172, Nightal 4 - Shaft sealed; dead mourned; returning north in Spring...
"That's all I see here, boss," Gorban announces. Beads of sweat run down the young Dwarf's face and his eyes are wide. He fills a mug of gulps it down.
Trell lets out a long sigh, as if has been holding his breath.
"Whatever, they woke up...well, it's still down there. You lot sure you wanna take this on?"