Lo! And, well met.
He is the lone dwarf of simple composure. He lives haplessly inside a dungeon amassing quite a large amount of item. His largest amount of loot be saved for later in the old Ironforge coffer. Here he flys through the world upon wings of grphons to get what he so eagerly desires, something green today ole dwarf of lonenessness. After he assists himself to his treasure he happily flies back to the forge ever so happy to meet his smelting tongs. This has been the story of the lone dwarf.