Glarr

     It seems my current circumstances are not so bleak as once I had thought. This night, not only has the Remnant Order's list of allies grown longer, but Bucta has asked for my hand! Even as I wright, said hand trembles with excitement for this, and my face is nigh frozen in an adolescent grin. I shall recount now the details, that I may never forget them.

  I was approached by a young Dwarf who had learned I was gathering allies to form an army, saying I should speak to a Dwarven Noble by the name of Glarr Mudstubbs.  I called for Robyn and the Dwarf led me to Mudstubbs home, where I knocked and was greeted by a stout, gristled Dwarf and two guards.   The Dwarf bade me to leave my weapons at the door, which I did, in part,  keeping my throwing knives hidden.