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Grand Lodge

Dorri sits in front of you, holding a mug of ale while sitting at a table
Ach, here's ma story:

Who A am:
Chorus:
“Dorri Chorach, the angry dwarf
Was said to be born
In a storm
On a warf

Always angry, all the time
He would never have the patience to listen to my rhyme
And of his life would always say,
“I wish I could simply smash all day”

Verse 1:
His parents never did know what to do
When the babe’s smashy moods
Made him smash away in his foods
Made them black & blue

Verse 2:
So they sent him away to their uncle dear
A man who was so very austere
But of this child, the man knew not what make
He left naught but destruction in his wake

Verse 3:
So he sent him to his cousin (twice removed)
A wild man of whom he disapproved
In the cousin Dorri found
A mentor, reliable as the ground

Verse 4:
But when a dragon took his mentor away
Dorri truly knew not what to say
So he left to find some other lands
Where he might use his furious hands.”


THAT DAMN GAEDREN:

HE TOOK MA NIECE! My cousin made me promise to watch over his family! And I come home, and his sister is GONE! punches table, but then takes on a more somber tone When A first spoke to my aunt when I got home, she said she had been missing for weeks. So I started looking everywhere, asking for help. But those damn coppers don’t do nothing good. Then in the market one day I coulda sworn I saw her with some urchins. I cried out her name, but she and the urchins ran. I asked one of the folk who those little buggers where, and he said they where pickpocket workin for some sod name Gaedren. My niece, a CRIMINAL! I could barely hold myself back from breaking something. starts sobbing in his beer

Long-term goals:

In the long term? I dunno. Aint much of a thinking person. I would like to find that dragon that took my cousin. Maybe make the city safer for all kids like ma niece, since clearly the cops aint doing their job.