Born to the typical Dwarven family, and a noble bloodline at that, Ret grew up just as every dwarf should. He spent his younger days learning the armouring craft from his father and his nights sleeping. The only thing that seemed unusual, though certainly not to him, was that he was growing up on a Dwarven Citadel. He would sometimes stare out one of the windows or spend some time at the docks watching the stars or the newcomers. He was fascinated by the vastness of space and the ability to travel in it. His parents both disapproved saying that there's no reason to stop hammering and go gallavanting off in to space. Ret thought gallavanting sounded like a good time and was found to spend more and more time at the docks.
He acquired an interesting item while there at the docks; a halfing pipe. Some little thief had disembarked with his crew and was soon wandering amongst the crates that the dwarves always had stacked ready for delivery. Ret caught the little guy poking about and as the two became friends, the halfing told Ret of the worlds beyond the citadel, outside of the citadel's orbit, and of other citadels. This last part Ret found most intriguing since, well, one's choice of woman is very limited on a citadel.
Now, as Ret becomes an adult Dwarf, he has taken the opportunity to leave his parents, the citadel, and all that he knows (except his beer and pipe), and find some of the adventure he knows awaits him, some of the fame he feels sure to get, some of the gold and with the gold he'll get beer, woman, and more tobacco for his pipe.
Quote 1: Yeah, I've seen elves. Dunno why everyone thinks they're the shit. I mean, after all, with arms so skinny, I bet they couldn't even lift my old toddlin' hammer.
Quote 2: Mmmmmm... Beeeeeer! *swallows his beer* I tell ya, I ain't seen all the spheres, but I gotta theory... See, I think the spheres are like my beer. All the spheres are round and all the bubbles in my beer are round, right? Must be a lot of spheres! I'll betchya there's some good beer in them spheres. *gulps more* Hey!!! Who drank my beer!
Quote 3: Remind me to tell you about the time I stayed at the forge for a month straight hammering out all kinds of crap.
Quote 4: *snick...snick...snick* Damn flint never lights on this pipe. AH! There we go.... ahhhh....Now........ where's my beer?