The church was my safe place. I was not judged. It did not matter that I am a dwarf. They did not treat me any different even knowing the terrors I have been through. They earned my trust by not making me feel like a charity, pushing sorrow and compassion on me, for my dwarf reputation would have ceased to exist if they would have pitied me. I would not allow it for I retain the spirit of my brethren, hoping that someday my accomplishments abroad can bring honor to both my fallen clan and myself.
So after a while of staying with the church I set out in search of war, revenge against the very ones who took my family from me, the Kobalds. On a night just like any other when I was a young girl asleep in bed dreaming soundly I was awakened by my mother who was panicked. The Kobalds had come to destroy our clan. I do not know why, I do not need to know why, I just want to revenge my clan. It is my duty because I am the only one who escaped death that night. My mother hid me away in a small basket as they raided our homes. I heard every murder around me… no one begged or cried. They stood strong and fought back as much as they could. I carry their strength with me as I step into battle. I will do what I must to make things right. Do not betray me, for if you do you will find the meaning of vicious vengeance.