These are the collected stories of Motgrouk, son of Gumir, Taleteller of the Iron Hills and those who existed in his time. This is a document perhaps of little proportion, simply cataloging the happenings of this age, grand or otherwise. If you have wandered upon this leather bound tome, it is my express wishes that it never receive publication, simply read it and enjoy the tales and songs inside. Perhaps, if you fancy one of the stories, tell it to friends round a warm hearth, or before a table laden with feast.
May your travels be safe, and your walls be safe as stone,
Kithri Kindleflame, Dwarf-Friend
