Gilgrim Durgirn, a dwarf that's lost his way. His name means 'Fire Everlasting' which is redundant for him, more of a warning to those that meet him, that he has a fire that will never quit. A yearning to see his ideals to their finish, no matter the cost. Today, Gilgrim wakes from a sleep that has lasted his whole life until now. Never before has he ever had such clarity of thought, an awareness about him that no being could possibly rival.
"Oh....by the fire's of our father Mahal. I don't think those mushrooms were the good kind, guys" Waking from a glazed stupor, Gilgrim has never before felt such a vice around his head. Between the pain and pounding he begins to hear the sounds of battle. A panic enters his mind that he may have let his friends down!
"I'm here! Let our enemies TREMBLE!" Gilgrim collects himself and prepares for battle slightly wobbly.