Lonfrik was young once. Saying this would surprise nobody, save maybe himself, and naturally it is true. Long have been the years since Lonfrik departed Thorin''s Hall on his coming of age, filled with plans to see all the world between the misty mountains and the blue, ideas of finding wilderness to be explored, friends to be met, deals to be struck, yet also haunted by an ancient grudge rapidly approaching a climax. Now he is old, his beard almost become grey, and his earliest days are but a dim shadow in his memory.

Lonfrik has worked as a traveling merchant and entertainer, and by nature of his trade has traveled far. Money has always been meager as a dwarf of unconventional trade among men who view dwarves as naturally smiths, not woodsmen and clowns. But Lonfrik has sworn to himself that he will not return home permanently until his age catches up with him, has sworn he will see the Erebor, hear the rush of the Anduin, behold the manors of the seven houses, and other such promises both rational and entirely improbable. And so Lonfrik waits to find new friends and new opportunities as he plans his second great journey East to see the wide world before his days are spent. Yet at the present he must attend to other matters, chiefly the creation of a chance at a new life for he and some of his kin.