Well it seems as if this place called Hlint is rather strange. When I first arrived, I met a young dwarf by the name of Oholibama. What a character he is! Always running about and laughin all the while. I have also met up with a few others in town who have lead me out only to be nearly killed. Now normally, I would accept my fate if death were meant to be, and I would accept it openly. But in my travels with those few who would like to be called "adventurers", I found my life was more valuable then the senseless attempts to murder some evil creature. I have had to change my fighting style and even my way of life if I am going to be able to survive in this place. My warhammer and sheild have been replaced with some metal armor for my arm and shoulder and a great axe for my weapon. I do hope that this does not forsake the gift that was given me, but I was forced to make the change. I also must not forget to gather an army to head back to my homeland. So then we may fight off the evil incursion that is trying so desperatly to gain a foot hold. One day, I may return home to a land that is safe and peaceful, but until then, may anything in my way take notice. For if it stands against me, my axe will certainly cleave it in two!
