My parents were Hogni and Scagrim. We lived in the Iron Hills, and Scagrim worked in the iron mines to feed us. Hogni taught me that the arts are important by teaching me how to play the lute and drum; how to carve a statuette out a small block of wood; and by reading me poetry to help me fall asleep. Midway through my childhood, for reasons I don't know, my father decided to leave the Iron Hills and go to Thorin's Gate in the Blue Mountains. In the latter part of my childhood, Scagrim urged me to become a miner. So, for a while I went to work in the Silverdeep mine. My arts helped me relieve the stress mining put on my ind and body. Hours of just doing one thing; swinging a pickaxe until you hit ore. I am not made for mining. One day, while I was mining, the whole mine began to shake. Then, we were warned to leave because of some danger deeper in the mines. So, me and Scagrim left and never returned to that mine. I was willing to go back, but Scagrim is a superstitious man, and saw the event as an ill omen. So, for the next, about forty, years, me and Scagrim would run odd jobs and sell trinkets to make ends meet. Then, it dawned on me. My music! My poetry! So, I went to taverns and inns as a bard. Not to be a braggart, but my music and poems sure raked in the coin! After, say, about twenty years of that, I had made plenty of coin. I gave a majority of my money to my parents to help support them, and I left home. You see, twenty years of the same songs and poems and songs get boring. I wanted to learn more. So, I left home to learn more about my arts from other races and kingdoms. I continue on the trail today. When I have enough songs (and coin) I will settle back in Thorin's Gate.

     Also; I hate swimming, boating, and any activities to do with deep water. I am short and stocky, even for a dwarf, and that does not help one swim.

     Well, that wraps up my life's tale. Go on now, I'm sure you have important buisness.