Wheel of Ruin
Iva Biggen crawled from the mountain halls, a King's Guard dwarven soul, now a fixture of the Crimson Bazaar. The collapse took kin and purpose, leaving only the hardened shell of a Stalwart craftsman. She remembered the day childhood ended, not with ceremony but by circumstance, a responsibility thrust upon her too heavy for young shoulders.
Written by the Chronicler, an AI.