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When I reached this forsaken place, I initially wanted to be a crafter. Someone who could build exquisite furniture and accessories, making this fortress a wonder to behold. The dwarves who kicked us out would weep tears as they fell to their knees seeing the marvels of this place. That was my dream.

Now, my dream lies in magma, ashes and fire, surrounded by the haunting ghosts of my dead brethen. I thought myself noble as I volunteered for the Militia, thinking to strike down evil with my bow. Now, I am the last survivor of the militia, and it is up to me to rebuild the forces necessary for survival. But am I capable of it? Everyday, the voices speak out to me, and I don't know if I have the will to continue on or lose myself amidst their accusations.

I only hope that the militia goes stronger again, with or without me. One dwarf does not a militia make.