I said to everyone that I bought the house in Thorin's Gate and everyone just nodded a a response, no one ever cared more, no one asked how did a man manage to buy a house in the Dwarven lands. I say it's the closest thing to Moria, so I bought it, though to get a house there isn't quite easy. The fact is that I was lucky...
It all started some years ago, two or three, when I went to Moria as a sellsword, to fight with the Iron Garrison Guards in their attempt to reclaim it. There apart from the constant fights I got lucky to make an acquaintance, it was an old Dwarf in the Iron Garrison Miners. Apart from a miner he was a skilled weaponsmith and I got to know him due to that. One day that I couldn't sleep I wondered into the halls, looking at how marvelous the Dwarves craftsmanship is. After a while I made it at the forges of the camp that was set up and saw him, it was an old Dwarf with strong hands and a round belly, he had long grey hair and a long grey beard, both ending in braids and both hand signs that they once been red and he was very very stubborn! He was repairing a pickaxe and I commented on the manner he was doing it, as he reminded me of the way that one makes a weapon. His response was his laughter, before saying that a weaponsmith hits with passion and love whatever he makes, be it a weapon or a plain pickaxe or a butter knife.
Days went by and we became friends down there, when I wasn't fighting or sleeping I was with him, we would talk about how things are out in the world. He would ask me about man's ways and I would ask about the Dwarves or about the art of making a good weapon. He taught me things and I did my best to understand. In his eyes could see how calm he was and how much he loved Moria when he looked around. It was obvious that he imagined the days of glory in the past and hoped that they would manage to reclaim it and make it what it was. In a way I reached a point to do that also, I love that place too much after, hence why they call me Caveman.
But as all things that come to an end, my time there ended and I had to leave, we said our goodbyes with sorrow but we both hoped that we'd meet again, in better circumstances. Sadly that never happened... Not long ago after I left behind my life as a sellsword I got a letter. The Dwarf passed away in Moria, he didn't live to see the land of his ancestors glorious again. He didn't forget me though, in the letter there was a contract in which he left the titles of his old home in Thorin's Gate. I never thought I could live there till that happened. After that the things progressed rapidly, I formed the Fateless Wanderers and made that house our house of rest and knowledge. A house where we would train, rest and gain knowledge about the world. From there we will set out to fight evil in Arda. Thank you Olthar Stonefist!
