Drinks are on me! I do love a fine dwarfen stout, so long as there is a good story to go with it!
Ah, yes… a story. Well, here’s mine… though it isn’t much.
Well, my earliest recollection is of being in the Theocracy of the Pale, a land that is not very kind to those who are not boot-lickers of Pholtus (**spits**). I somehow managed to get in with a group of adventurers who, not knowing who I was any more than I did, were kind enough to let me help them remove the Swampwood curse. That was some six years ago, in Oerth time, as I recall.