In the days when Haren ruled Dynkyr alone, he was the second of his name, for his twice-great grandsire was thus named and well remembered among our people. As Regn he bore that memory carefully, and from his youth he was mindful that a name may be inherited, but honor must be earned anew. He strove to do nothing that would imperil the renown of his forebear, nor stain the line from which he came.
Therefore our people were strengthened by his wisdom and led by his steadiness into long prosperity and health. He did not seek conquest, nor did he provoke the Besnir with boast or threat. Rather he turned his hand to ordering the Deepwards in the heart of the mountain. Under Haren, abundance did not lead to excess.
The bastions of Dynkyr became a shining testament to the craft of the greatest smiths and masons among the Stoneborn. No hall was raised without purpose; no pillar carved without intent. In the heart of the mountain he caused to be built the Arvanaith, which bore his name. It was not a fortress, nor a mint, nor a council chamber, but a hall of song and remembrance. There the songs of our yearning were heard and the chronicles of our people were recited without ceasing through every year and season. Hammers rang in measured cadence upon anvils set into the floor, so that craft and memory were joined. Thus it is rightly said that in Dynkyr the halls rang with the sound of hammers and hearts alike.
Haren was Regn for four, forty, and three hundreds of years before he died, having tasted both the old age of peace and the sorrow of natural passing. His death was marked by mourning in the Arvanaith for seven years, and his name was entered into the stones without reproach.
He was succeeded by Urlem the Regn.
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