And that is exactly why I’m writing this book. Dwarves get a bad rep, and MY dwarves come in all types. Good drunks, bad drunks, and everywhere in between. Merryander is the bartender at a little tiny village where everyone knows each other. Granted, she’s probably been treated rudely a time or two, but probably not AS rudely.
Aellor is in peril. The Darkness is sprouting from the ashes of the past. The world cries out for a savior and one who can shine bright in the dark days to come. The light is fading fast, and everything hinges on the Prophecies of Aellor.