Role

Chapter 3

A young, relatively fat dwarf sat reading a faded scroll, tears falling softly
into a large, bushy beard. Occasionally he would wipe the back of his gloves
across his eyes, but he kept repeating the words within the scroll over and over.


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| To Dregga Dorgong, my old friend |

| Please see that these items reach the son of Ragbrun Brightflame as |
| they are his birthright. As his father was kin to me through my |
| my wife's sister, it is a matter of family pride that his son |
| should be compensated for his father's service to the King, and |
| his mother's untimely death. His parents were proper dwarves, and |
| he should wear this soft leather vest and practice mace with pride |
| as they were his father's when he set off to learn how to better |
| protect our town against the foul orcs that continue to raid our |
| lands with their duergar and fire giant mercenaries. |
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| Tordelik the Armorer of Akan |
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Dregga Dorgong nodded softly to himself as he watched the young dwarf try to
compose himself. He slowly turned over his own scroll, one he himself had
penned, asking a priest of Avderlain if there was room in the Fortress for
any squires.

"Aye, he be ready now. It's going to be a hard path for him, but he's got
the spirit for it, that's for sure."