Conundo enjoyed the basic things as a youngling he spent his time away
from home because his parents were less than kind. If he failed in his
studies his mother who was a cleric would commune small bolts to zap him
with and this struck fear into the young dwarfs heart. He grew up hating
any type of magic and has sworn it off for all of time.
Standing no taller than a bar stool and as wide as an old oak stump a
dwarf with a bright red beard is here. His stumpy limbs are thick and
corded with muscle, every move causing ripples. His hands look a bit dirty,
they are callused and his fingernails are short and stubbly. He has a red
beard that goes down to about his knees, it is tucked into his belt.