Solvarr

Early Life
Born many years ago in the town of Kløfta, Solvarr is a carpenter and craftsman, as his father was before him. As a young apprentice, he showed creativity and flair in his designs, within the leeway he was given, and sometimes beyond it. Although unwilling to be constrained by custom or authority, Solvarr's hard work made it easier for his master to tolerate his independence.

Kløfta was a mid-sized town, deep in the forest and situated at a major crossroads. Its main product was timber and lumber of the highest quality and strength, used throughout the dwarven lands for works of significance - never for firewood. It was said that the old king, when traveling, would only sleep in a house if the main beam was from Kløfta. Otherwise he would sleep in a tent. Such was the reputation of the town of Kløfta, and also of its carpenters.

The Happening
On one of his early solo projects as a journeydwarf, Solvarr was entrusted in building a small stand for Freyfeast festivities. It was a pitched set of pews, to be used for singing groups, with the front at ground level and the rear 10 feet high. Having developed a new joining technique with spare wood, one quicker to craft and more pleasant to the eye, Solvarr was eager to prove himself in this construction. He finished building the stand quickly. The borgermester was surprised, and happy. Master Bjarne beamed at the skill of his student.

The first troupe mounted the stand. A group of young dwarven girls, led by their teacher, began to sing the Summer Hymn of Magni Noble. Disaster struck, and as if crushed by a giant's foot, the stand collapsed into sticks and dust. A dozen were injured, with three girls dead. Screams and wailing were heard for miles. And Solvarr was nowhere to be found. He was never seen in Kløfta again.

Flight
Fearful of consequences, Solvarr had fled. At first, it was the panicked flight of one pursued. But after some days, it had turned into a flight of shame, and after some months, settled into a purposeless wandering. Solvarr meandered throughout the Southern lands, eventually making his way to Alaix and eventually to the Caliphate.

Along the way he supported himself by working as a handydwarf, a job he found easy and fulfilling. Solvarr met many people but knew few, and learned to take care of himself as a stranger in an unforgiving world, but to also appreciate its beauty (mostly of the food and beverage variety).

Recent Events
After coming into riches in Alaix, Solvarr spent wildly, generously, and began to draw attention to himself, not all of it good. Unused to such riches, they were soon gone. They also were soon gone from the chests of the innkeepers, clothiers and merchants whose wares Solvarr acquired in such prodigious amounts -- the gold was cursed, and had turned to dust! This earned Solvarr many enemies, some petty, yet some powerful. They would like to see him brought to justice. Solvarr remains unaware.