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In memory of Dormin

From the halls in Iron Hills came a dwarf. Axe in his hand, shield on his back, and dead orc bodies everywhere the eye could see. Fierce was he in battle. Fast to anger, and even faster to make friends. Respected and loved he was, by his closest friends, acquaintances, and even enemies. He came to the Lonely Mountain, and joined the Baruk Khazad-dum. Loyalty, bravery and dedication soon elevated him to the leading position of the fiercest guild of dwarves. He laboured long and hard, helping to shape the Baruk Khazad-dum into what it is today. He was called the Brewmaster, for his brew was the work of art, and many a dwarf has enjoyed it in the vast halls of Erebor. And as all good things have to end, he is no longer with us, but his spirit will always be in the halls under the Mountain. His name was Dormin, the Brewmaster of Iron Hills.