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About Rumbur Gladstone

When Rumbur was a young lad, his father told him that he would never become a stonemason, nor would he ever amount to anything else. He was right about one of those things, at least. Disowned by his family before even fully reaching adulthood, Rumbur initially had a good bit of trouble finding work in Janderhoff. As it so happened, he did not have the same affinity for working stone and metal that so many other dwarves did. It was just as well, since he had no desire to; he favored more intellectual pursuits. Fortunately for him, he was eventually able to apprentice himself to an eccentric old alchemist, renowned for having lost his beard and eyebrows in an explosion.

Rumbur was an apt pupil, proving both patient and persistent enough to absorb his master's ramblings. Even after he learned everything his master had to offer, he stuck around the old dwarf's shop as an assistant. The two had become rather good friends over the years, but the true reason Rumbur stayed was because he felt that there was still something missing in his life.

The revelation finally hit him one night, on which he had finally talked his master into joining him at the pub. Drunk out of his mind within the hour, his teacher ranted almost incomprehensibly, his words utter nonsense to most. Rumbur however, was able to decipher the garbled mess. It was still nonsense, true, but from it the young alchemist was able to glean some strange insight. Brewing ale was not so different from brewing alchemical concoctions, in many ways.