Re: OOC
Morty Midsommer's Background
My name is Morty Midsommer. My friends and I were attacked by bandits on the road to <city> and left for dead. I woke up a few hours later surrounded by the corpses of my companions, and it was there that I swore to make the murderers pay.
Literally. I have an invoice listing everything the bandits took, and they will pay. In gold or silver or copper. I'm not choosy. We had some very good accounting, and our ledger miraculously survived the onslaught. And by we, I mean me. I'm pretty good with the boring logging and recording and accounting and auditing. Legitimate paperwork is stronger than wizardry among dwarves.
Oh, right. As for my companions (companions, not friends, mind you), well... Iason was a bastard (in both senses of the word) who beat, er... used to beat his now single and very... distraught wife. I should pay Trinidad and a visit when I get back. She needs to know what happened, and how she no longer has to worry about their unborn child potentially having Midsommer features.
William was an idiot who somehow managed to make it to his fifties. Back home, they said that William was blessed by <dwarf deity of death/luck>, praise be upon him/her. His sister (who got all the brains in the family) will probably want to know what became of him, and may or may not need comforting. Kimberley is said to be good at comforting... people who have lost friends.
And Zacharias... Ah, he was the only decent man in our caravan. He was there for me when I had no one. He was a paragon of dwarvenkind. I owed him my life, and more importantly, I owed him money. Past tense. Zacharias was bad at keeping track of things, let alone accounting, so I no longer owe anyone anything.
So, yeah. I need to track down those people who robbed us. And make them pay. I accept gold, electrum, and silver. And platinum and copper, too. I'm not choosy. Or maybe even deeds and bonds, and maybe even property.
