"While waiting in the dwarven capital, the young Enemier Ironmaw sat on a step, tired from the long trip he undertook. Lowering his gaze, seeking relief, he noticed a flyer, the first words were:
"Red Urguan's Workers Party.."
He grabbed it in his hands, removed the dirt which revealed the magic word:
"..WORK..
SIGN HERE,
BEGIN IMMEDIATELY"
He whispered: << Thanks ye lord Armakak >>. He pulled out his trusty piece of coal and started filling the form. He got up and walked towards the office..."
Your Name? "Enemier Ironmaw"
Your profession(s)? "Woodcutter nd' Leatherworker"
Place of Inhabitant? "Unfortunately nowhere.. With some money i'll be able to buy a home"
((Skype?)) "deca93"
