The King of Stone appears to his following in the subterranean holy site, and speaks to them "I have made a promise. Now, as I make good on that promise, I ask that my followers make good on all their promises, for only good can come out of honesty. Behold."
With that, he raises his arms, the sound of stone grinding on stone fills the chamber as the walls crumble away to dust, opening up the shaft into a round cavern with smooth circular walls. Silver veins crisscross the floor and ceiling, reflecting and refracting the faint light of the few candles in the chamber creating dancing glittering patterns on all the surfaces. With another downward sweep of his arms, the ceiling opened up and a flow of glittering gold ore poured into the center of the room, clattering to rest in a yellow pile. A final upward shift of his hands forces long stone benches to rise out of the floor in two half-circles surrounding the center of the room.
"Welcome to the Timcheall. Here, you may gather and seek guidance, of which I have some for those who grow weary of this frozen land. There lies a region to the southeast, Hafngard. It is in need of our guidance. Go there, create missions and chapels. Let my word of stone bring order to that heathen land."