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''Many, many years ago, in a small town nestled by the icy shores of the outskirts of what is now known as '''[[Bormar]]''', a '''[[Dwarves|Dwarf]]''' appears.''

 

 

''A few days pass, the Dwarf now quite accustomed to his new bodyguards, of which there are two - taking a day shift and a night shift between them. He doesn't know why they're guarding him, but the innkeeper is hardly going to let his best customer get harmed.''

 

''One day, the Dwarf discovers a local library. A relatively small collection of books, communally put together by the more well-off merchants and townspeople, kept by a small staff of Dwarves.''

 

''One fact is known, once the Dwarf had mastered the language, he took to the quill himself, penning many stories and tales. These books became immensely popular throughout the town and indeed nearby towns; telling tales of strange underground lands, intrepid explorers facing beasts beyond description and writing of sights that made young Dwarves yearn for adventure.''

 

''Many years pass in this sleepy little town, with the Dwarf showing no signs of wanting to leave. He had grasped the language, made good friends with the locals, had made a small name for himself amongst the merchants and was quite a successful book seller.''

 

''His descendants are careful with their money, never too thrifty, yet never risking too much. They solidify the family claim over the town and a handful of other neighbouring towns. They eventually become [[Government of Bormar|'''Lords and Ladies''']] of the area, guiding it with a steady hand.''

 

''Tolbar tucks into his evening meal. The days of roast venison and stewed Tuskhide Boar are long gone. In front of him sits a plate of wilted carrots, a lump of unidentifiable vegetables and a bone with a scant amount of meat on it. Probably Murderowl. Tolbar digs into his meal with relish. The cook has outdone himself this night.''

 

 

''"When your cousin left you your inheritance..." the librarian gestures towards the leather-bound missive...''

 

''Tolbar had seen the inheritance before, many times. He brushed it aside for now, it held no secrets from him.''

 

''But his funds were dwindling. If he did this, he risked everything.''

 

''"To those noble Dwarves who have travelled untold distances to found a new outpost, I thank you."''

''"I do not know what Gellion's Cross will hold, so I wish you the best of luck. May the Gods, all of them, be looking over you."''