Harrim sighs heavily and falls silent for a time. "My second birthday never came. I couldn't make armor. Not e

Harrim sighs heavily and falls silent for a time. "My second birthday never came. I couldn't make armor. Not even a sword, not even a simple nail. My hammer smashed my fingers and fell on my feet. Molten iron burned my hands. The clerics laughed as they healed me. They used to say I was cursed by Torag. So finally I gave up any attempt to please the betrayer god."