Frimsi

This was Kennet's first time at an assembly, and he found it fascinating. The place where the Merchant's Guild was meeting captured his attention at first, the hall of Bree-town Hall.

The well-apportioned Military Hall of Durin’s Folk served as the setting for the Mountain Council, as the Dwarf-lords named it.  Lord Thorslin of the Blue Mountains Regiment took a seat opposite Frimsi Gembeard, who sat in the place of Lord Thordralin<

A grey morning settled over the Dwarven stronghold of Thorin’s Gate, with little sun and the lowering clouds heavy with rain.  At that hour, Frimsi Gembeard was visited by an eagle bearing a message from the nearby Elf-lands of Falathlorn upon the river Lhûn.  Taking up the message, he recognized the name of the sender in now-familiar red ink, and t

“You want to build a WHAT!?” The voice was fierce, as it usually sounded, and loud, as it unusually sounded. And the smoldering glare that followed that voice was even more intimidating. But perhaps it was only natural that such a voice and such a glare should belong to such a Dwarf, despite his frail stature and long, grey beard. As he was none other than Frimgor, one of the richest Vault-Keepers in the Lonely Mountain! Also known by many other flattering titles like the “Mercantile Menace” and the “Gold-Tyrant”.