Bio

Habur is a dwarf with a mission. He has decided that it is his sworn duty, nay obligation, to champion the cause of the downtrodden dwarf artisans and merchants who suffer unjust treatment at the hands of the empires Mercantile leagues and guilds.
Too few dwarf artisans find a fair price for their products in the markets of men. In his eyes, the failure of dwarf craftmanship to dominate the markets of the Empire is down to unfair practices of those beyond the Karak’s borders (and nothing to do with the overly cautious and exacting processes that the dwarfs undertake to produce their goods).
His father was a small-time pedlar and it is his experiences of his fathers, generally ill conceived and badly executed, attempts at tradecraft that have formed Habur’s ill opinion of the markets of man.
He has strode into the Empire armed with little more than a bag of nails, a big hammer to pound them in with and a fine example of dwarf iron (his shield) which he uses as often to stand on when proselytizing as a tool for defense. Oh and the shirt of mail that his great great grand uncle Gnari made for him.
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A recent busy night at a roadside inn resulted in some quite lucrative political contacts for Habur. They were
Gravin Maria-Ulrike : Who took a liking to the charismatic dwarf
Gustaf Rechtshandler : The Gravin’s lawyer for whom “services” were undertaken
Baron Friedrich von Pfeifraucher : Whose person was defended, via means of diversion and subterfuge, from an angry Thomas Pramhandler.

The Chronicle of Habur Ironjaw