Khalo's Journal: Dwarves

I have of late found myself in situations wherein I am required to confront my genetic heritage.

The first of these situations occurred before we left Evershade, when, at Orenthal's suggestion, we investigated the wall with runes in the basement of the inn and tavern. What we found below was a well-guarded tomb for a dwarf by the name of Havram, in addition to some of his family or retinue.  We were forced to engage with and defeat mephits. Fortunately, we have had many opportunities to develop and hone our skills, and we were able to best them. For the first time, I was unable to unlock my transformation powers, which is an ability I was not certain I would acquire. Needless to say, I am quite glad to have unlocked it, for it came in quite handy in the fight.

Once that battle was complete, we investigated the tomb itself, which contained a few guardians that we were able to release from their service. Inside, there were treasures, but we were not all unanimous about whether or not to take these things for ourselves. Osbert attempted to appeal to my nature as a dwarf, thinking I would feel some kinship to these cadavers. To his great dismay, he learned that I was of the belief that life and its trappings are for the living, and useful items aren't doing any good laying around next to their former owners.

And so it was that soon after we left the Evershade, Riverwood, and the Jethu coast. We re-boarded Captain Swanson's ship, and made our way to Lemia. This time, the journey was uneventful.

We parted ways from Swanson in Bornos, the capital city of Lemia, and easily the largest metropolis in which I had ever found myself. It is not my favorite place, but the reality of it is that more than likely, we are stuck here until the spring, with no caravans to the Domelands scheduled until after winter. I believe that Mome Rath and I could find our way ably on foot, but the rest of our group lacks the temperament for such a journey. So we wait.

While we find ourselves here, there are a few bits of business to attend to. Soromir is intent on locating Black Tom, whom Ostar had intended to meet, and I support this endeavor. Jace has ambitions to somehow change the Condor's laws and establish fighting for entertainment in the city. I am ambivalent about this as long as it does not negatively affect me.

For my part, I am interested in having armor made for myself and Mome Rath, and so I got a recommendation for an armorer in the Graveyard district, and made my way there. The armorer was a dwarf named Kenneth. Kenneth works primarily in metal, but he was able to source out my job request. The curious part of our encounter, though, came when Kenneth mistook me for a different dwarf. I record his name here - Sherek of Clan Foambeard, that I might attempt to learn more about him.

I have enough self-awareness to realize I may be a blood relative of this Sherek. The question I now face is, do I want anything to do with him or Clan Foambeard? They made their choice to remove me from their lives over forty years ago. Why should I initiate a reunion now?

Entry concluded.