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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 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 traveled untold distances to found a new outpost, I thank you."