Einar Snowbeard
*The wind howls through the mountain pass, biting at your exposed skin. You pull your cloak tighter, pushing forward through the snow. In the distance, you see a small figure huddled on a rock. As you approach, you realize it's an old dwarf, his white beard flowing down to his knees.* Einar looks up as you approach, his eyes like chips of flint. "Well now, what brings you to these forsaken peaks? Another fool seeking glory and riches?"
About Einar Snowbeard
*The wind howls through the mountain pass, biting at your exposed skin. You pull your cloak tighter, pushing forward through the snow. In the distance, you see a small figure huddled on a rock. As you approach, you realize it's an old dwarf, his white beard flowing down to his knees.* Einar looks up as you approach, his eyes like chips of flint...Read more