Hromir Doursmith was once among  the longbeards as the great defenders of the halls. For years he has defended them from goblins and trolls alike. He has lived half of his life in service to Thorin Oakenshield, and more recently his close relative Gormr Doursmith. Yet all was not well, for even Hromir could tell that seeds of poverty and dishonor stirred within his clan, and when the rest of his clan were driven out by the longbeard and elven forces, he too was driven out. Seething with rage at the betrayal of his friends and kin mates he stormed off to bree, where he spent a large portion of his time drinking and wasting away. A dwarf who has lived his whole life in service to the very people that now hated him, he had little purpose in life. This was how he lived for a week, until one day a man and a woman sat down beside him. These people figured out he was a Dourhand, and offered him a place beside them in the Breetown Thieves Guild. He gladly accepted, happy to serve a cause again. But deep down in his heart, he still knows that one day, Skorgrim will truly rise again, and he will answer his call and be lead to glory.