somewhere around here

once again in a strange land with not but my mum's wisdom and a knack for all things done with tools I set out to create the perfect hammer. As something of an old man myself I've seen plenty of the world, or so I thought. But a city of dwarves in a place known as the great furnace is new to me. So I stayed a while and met a few good folks that were part of a smithing guild. good work but poor advertising I'd say. After a year or so I did what I never thought I would do. I Learned Magic! All I had to do was ask a really old and powerful craftsman to give me some help and the next day I was up and saying funny words to do all kinds of crazy things. I think his name was Chrom or something? a good fellow although I never actually met him.
 
After a few years, I decided that there was nothing left for the good citizens of the great furnace to teach me so Onwards with my quest to make the perfect hammer. this lead me out into the wider world once more until who should I run into but my old friend the warlock! after a few slaps on the back, he told me of a business venture that would take place in a place called the Underdark. knowing our shared desire to promote capitalism I agreed to help with his venture and set out with an odd group of people to start a small outpost in the under dark. seems like the hammer will have to wait for a little while.