In a hut on Hammersong mountain, a squat, muscular figure hangs his armor and weapons on
hooks on the wall. Surrounding the warm stove in the center of the hut is carved wooden and stone furniture. Simplistic yet obviously expertly crafted. Around the walls furthest from the fire are stacked books upon books. Some were scrawled in a rough dwarven hand, others elven, some completely unidentifiable and incomprehensable.