Therurt Glangirn, blacksmith
Male Chaotic Good Grailwarden dwarf expert/barbarian
Therurt Glangirn is the smith of Maidensbridge, which mostly consists of shoeing horses, repairing agricultural tools and similar activities, although he also has a thriving under the counter business in selling and repairing used weapons and armor, some of which dates back to the fall of Glangirn itself.
Therurt has a brilliant golden red beard, bright and bushy. He wears it unadorned by any of the jewelry other dwarves favor. Much of the time it is matted down and flattened from being tucked inside his leather apron when he is working in the smithy. His arms, shoulders, torso and neck are all covered in curly gold hairs, and he has amazing bushy eyebrows shielding bright blue eyes beneath. But the top of his head is totally bald and the reddened skin gleams. He typically wears only grimy work gloves, his blackened leather apron, leather work pants and heavy boots.
He is only an average smith, but is exceptionally strong (Strength 17). A worshipper of Hanseath, Therurt can whip himself into a berserker frenzy, especially after a few pints.
The grandson of a Glangirn smith in Midwood to sell some wares when the dragon Gax attacked, Therurt has never known a time when dwarves ruled Green Mountain and, much to the dismay of some of the more militant Glangirn dwarves, he feels little pull to return to Green Mountain.
Several years ago, he traded a set of armor and weapons to a down on his luck Stonelost dwarf from distant Ptolus for a map to a mithral mine. The mine is supposedly hidden and well-protected, and Therurt has been planning on doing this "soon" for several years now. He suspects he may have been had with the map, which likely leads to a played-out mine if it leads to any mine at all, and moreover, he’s happy where he is in life, and has few real ambitions other than expanding his forge and starting a family.
Therurt is a dwarf of few words, and although he is not unintelligent, he has a problem with big words – "they just don’t stick in my head" – and as a result listens more than he speaks, when he speaks at all. But he enjoys company, and can be found at the Cat & the Fiddle most nights, drinking, singing and arm-wrestling.
He is perhaps surprisingly uninformed about Glangirn and Green Mountain, but he knows a great deal about merchant politics in the barony, as well as how the bailiff and steward power structure really works, even in Foxton on Moss and Middleborough.
When he is thinking, he tends to run his hand back and forth across his bald head, which has the unfortunate effect of leaving streaks of sweaty soot.
