Blackhorn never spent a year of his childhood in the kingdom of Urguan. Born on the surface in a group of traveling craftspeople, his parents didn't see the need to connect him with the culture in that way. He grew up learning many various crafts from the folk in the caravan, visiting many of the forested lands from the edges of Krugmar to the villages near Aegrothond. Somewhat recently, Blackhorn's parents peacefully passed on, leaving the family craft cart to him. It was a time of decision; to continue along as they had done or to try and make a new path of his own. He has decided the latter, allowing the small profit he gains from setting up shops at various fairs and the wagon ruts to guide him. Perhaps he'll settle near the Elven woods, or make a go of it outside the walls of Oren, or perhaps near the islands of Sutica who often appreciate his 'dwarven aesthetic' (whatever that is supposed to mean). In any case, some unknown excitement awaits.
