Throrduil was born in an unknown place somewhere on dwarf territories. He never got to met his mother. He doesn’t even know her name. His father Dardun Bluntbuckle, was a religious man, a simple miner, who would teach his son religion a lot during his lifetime. They lived outside Urguan. Throrduil spent most of his early life studying religion and learning how to mine resources with his father. His father, getting older, became more and more impetuous, imposing Throrduil on his views and belief. Angry Throrduil rebelled, became more and more interested in forbidden knowledge by gathering information about Gods and Idols that the dwarves would consider fallen. Over time, he secretly became a follower of Khorvad. Once upon the time, when he was going back home from local village he noticed his house is on fire, with his father inside. He ran inside and tried to take his father out, but a burned roof fell on the ground and blocked his way, so that he couldn’t get to his father. Some people say Throrduil screamed so loud that he could be heard really far away. Dardun has died. Throrduil, now with his face burned because of the accident has been left alone, without family, without home. Ashamed of himself, he began wearing mask he made himself to cover the burned face. After the situation has calmed down a bit, he took whatever he had left, a pickaxe, a backpack, some food and migrated to the Urguan hoping to find the sense of life he has lost.
Example action: This mine is searching for the workers. He says while looking at the parchment pinned to the tree I should find the owner and see if I can stay here for a while and make some money for myself.
Example conversation: Greetings, hello sir. I’m looking for a person that owns the mine at the outskirts of the village. Perhaps you could help me? I’m completly new here, looking for a job. I would want to earn a couple of coins so I could perhaps finally settle down.

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