Born in the Hammerfist clan, part of the dwarven Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Chanofral helped his mother in the undergrownd mushroom farms, and his father in the mines. He learned how to make traps of all kinds in the dwarven army, although his combat skills were not the best in the class.
When his father passed away in a mining accident when a tunnel collapsed, Chanofral, helpless, left his home and decided to roam the world seeking adventure, eventually returning to his town to visit his mother from time to time, bringing home all the wealth he collected during his adventures.
In his adventures, Chanofral has visited many parts of Arcas, seeing many wonders. He sailed the western seas, tasted many kinds of mead, and fought many battles. But even though he feels like he doesn’t really belong to his clan anymore, Chanofral does not hesitate to help his people whenever he is called back home.
Chanofral stops and looks the gentleman in the eyes.
– “I come to trade. I bring the most precious metals and gems from the mines. But first, tell me, my well-dressed friend, where is the tarvern, for I must fill my stomach with some mead so I can think straight!” – he says.
– “Ah, right there!” – Says Chanofral poiting to the tavern that he spotted as soon as he finished saying the sentence. Walking away from the gentleman, he did not even waited for an answer.
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