What's with all the damn questions? Fine I'll tell ya, but listen closely cause I'm going to keep this short and sweet. I was born in Belgrath and my diddy was a smith his diddy was a smith and his mum the great Gokila Steelbelly started it all. The tough ol broad forced me great gran-da to take her name! By the gods she was tough. She taught me everything I knew about the forge. So I did that for a ferw decades until me family died of either old age, or getting lost in the mines. The dolts! I guess I had to do everything here me self! Oh Torron can you run the forge, Oh Torron can run down to the market for supplies, blah, blah, blah, blah.

So I left that snow-covered hell hole! nothing but piles of shite walking around pretending to be living beings there. I set out on the world watching other masters of the forge do their work. Yeah this ol dwarf isn't afraid of learning new things. One day I'll finally get the recognition I deserve and all these mangled fuds.

Is that enough information for ya fookin bampot?!