Fighel has spent the past seven decades of his life with his small family of craftsmen along with his parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and siblings. Being the youngest of the lot, he had a lot of pressure to hold up against his 8 older siblings, each with their own niches of craft. His family was well-known as master craftsmen in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, selling and trading their various wares, furniture, blown glass, and other bobbles to the mountain and cave dwarves of the kingdom. Many a Kraghorn design left their family grotto with pride, but none of his. Fighel spent most of his time tinkering with seemingly senseless odds and ends, like a hammer that doubled as a back scratcher, the flat spoon, and square marbles. After years of ridicule, he decided he no longer fit in at the grotto he had called home throughout his youth and would take his talents to the outside world to learn how he might apply them in ways to be appreciated.
Fighel began into the market and raised his gaze to the gentleman. A little taken back by the sudden greeting, the dwarf half-stepped back and shouted in shock, "Oi!" But he got his composure quickly and continued, "I'm tryen' teh sale me bits 'n bobbles...like marbles do yeh?" He rummaged in his sack for the square marbles and poured them into an extended hand.
The gentleman inspected the dwarf's wares and, perplexed, inquired, "Why are they square?"
Fighel knitted his brows in frustration and stuffed them away in a hurry, "Ah dinnae has the time teh waste if yeh ain't got sense enough teh answer that fer yehsef! Goot day." He gave a nod of his head and stepped around the man to continue on his journey.
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