The young dwarf was born into a mining family. His father spent nearly every day in the mine. His mother worked as the mine maiden, ferrying water up and down the mine shafts. The young dwarf's early life was rather simple and calm. Three days before his 18 cycle, a massive cave-in collapsed the part of the mine where his father was working. The news of the cave-in quick spread through the clan and soon reached the young dwarf. As soon as he heard what happened he rushed to the mine, hell bent on saving his father. He worked nonstop for four and half days before fatigue finally set in, the young dwarf began to sway, as the other dwarves rushed off to steady him, his internal forge took light. By the time, the day was over 3 dwarves were in the care of the clan clerics and the trapped miners were found and freed. However due to the young dwarf's unbridled rage the clan sentenced him to exile. A dwarf with so much fire in their heart could not be allowed to stay with the clan. Since that day the young dwarf has gone by Ireheart and has traveled the land looking for a mine to mine and ale to drink and a good brawl.
Oi, point me ta the nearest drinkin ‘ole an keep yer hands to ya self. I’ll find ma way from there.