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Now, I spent some time travelin’ about as a mercenary soldier. Not a very good one, mind you. But it’s what it was. I joined a small company and got paid ta’ fight over in some backwater conflict, and boy, did we fight. Didn’t really ask any questions or take sides. Wasn’t a lot of honor in it, despite all the high and mighty talk the wannabe nobles were tossin’ around. I was, I’m ashamed ta say, just in it for the coin.

Then came the dark day we got ambushed by these orcs in a few days west of one of the battle colleges in the River Kingdoms…only me an’ our elven scout survived, and then, it were mostly due to luck. The elf had been off scoutin’ when the attack came, and me? Apparently I were just too stubborn ta’ die that day, apparently. Wounded, I were, layin’ bleeding and unconscious…likely to move on ta’ the next life, when a couple of priests o’ Torag and this human scholar came across me in their wagon on the way to the college nearby.

Saved me, they did. Hauled my sorry arse into their wagon, and took me on with them, bandaged me up, all the time singing and tellin’ bawdy jokes and in between, fittin’ in the gospel o’ Torag, such as it is.
Meanwhile that human fella, a professor by the name o’ Lorrimor, he started lecturin’ me on various aspects of dwarven mythology and religion…not sure how exactly he got so darned informed on it…but who was I ta argue with him… I were recoverin’ from battle wounds, so I just listened. Eventually I started askin all o’ them questions, and boy did they have answers. Suffice it ta say, they won me over.

I spent the next few years studyin’ and workin’ in their temple smithy, learnin’ what’s what about the ways of Torag. That, and I spent some time travelin’ to the nearby university to speak and do some drinkin’ with the Professor when he was available. Those were good times.

A few days ago, I received a letter from some folks sayin’ that the Professor had passed away and that his funeral was bein’ held in the town of Ravengro…and so, I’m off ta pay my respects and find out what happened to him...and why the letter said something about me bein' in his will...?