I was born and raised a Dwarf of Clan Bronze Beard. My family are brewers by trade, we supply the best dwarven mead in town hands down. We supply beer for most of the dwarven taverns, a few of the nobility, and even a member or 2 of the Ajah. One day while doing a delivery with my father he pulls to the side and stops. He turns to me and with the most serious and sadden eyes I have seen looks me in the eyes and says…
“So there something I must tell you. You are not truly a Bronze Beard, and Nether am I. We come from an ancient line of dwarves thought to be gone from this world. This has been something that father has told son for generations and now I must pass this on to you. You know our history the history of the dwarves all eh way back to the first of us, back to the dwarf first created by Moradin himself. That first dwarf as you know was named Moradinson SIlvervein. That ancient line, the first line of dwarves still exists, and you and I are part of that line. Your true clan name is Silvervein a descendant of that first dwarf created by Moradin himself. The reason I am telling you this now is that as the Ajah have decided to start expanding and searching out from the city farther than they have before I have talked with them and gotten you a spot on one of the expedition party’s. Now listen to me boy you need to seek out other dwarves and try and find any that are of our bloodline and attempt to bring back our true Clan. I am too old to do this but this is the opportunity we have been waiting for a chance to restore the line of Silvervein.
And after looking deep into my eyes he asks “Can you do it? Can you restore our heritage?” I nod and say “I will do everything in my power to make you proud and to bring back the Clan and Honor of Moradin and Clan Silvervein.
With that he nods clasps me on the shoulder and sais “Let’s get this delivered you got preparations to make”