You are now BEMBUL KOGANRIMTAR, you are a seasoned adventurer! No you are not, you have just left your fortress out of spite; You were in the main hall taking a break from your duties as a HAULER and enjoying some fine SEWER BREW, which is probably the most caustic and cheap alcohol ever brewed by any dwarf, when one drunk ass came and started insulting your honour... well, not really but he was very insulting how he mentioned all your ancestors were haulers... well, not really but you leashed back at him and now you left having sworn you would find the LOST KIMBERLITE EARING CUGGANTOSED ZIMKEL DIMOL(Which is dwarven for Sandstopped the Plain of Lurking).
You ponder a moment on why all artefacts are so dumbly named.
You are now in the entrance room to CEROL AMEM, the Lenses of Curling, behind you is a heavy steel door. White alabaster tiles pave the room, and lined by granite columns the path into the bowels of the fortress is made clear.
What do you do Bembul?