Raised as a pet, by a rich family of dwarves and later sold as a slave to an older blacksmith, Zharr lived next to the forge for his entire life, learning the ways of the forge. All that changed when Moradin himself saw this creature, so eager to learn of the forge, that he himself inspired Zharr to break his chains and leave his master...
 
After roaming the country traveling far and wide, Zharr came to the conclusion that even though he had his problems with the Dwarves, they are the master blacksmiths and the only ones to help him improve his craft. He traveled northward to a place called Daggomern, where supposedly the best mythril came from. He joined a trade convoy as a hired field blacksmith on board one of the barges. As I entered Daggomern, I saw something I had only ever seen in my dream: The Mark of Moradin. Spurred by this, I headed to the the temple.