A story of magic, heroes, and...bollocks.
This ain't one of them.
My name is Coinzell Rotbane. A humble dwarven medic.
There is too much killing done in the world, so I'm healing it for a change, one wound at a time. I come from the Old World, full of life, misery, and war. And when there was nobody left from my clan to heal, I moved here. No family, no friends. Nothing to look back for.
In the beginning, I was a helper to the medics and druids. But there was always too much to repair and too few Old Art users to do something about it.
When magic fails, there is only death. That's why I go with tradition. With bone, sinew, and needle. I curse a lot and always find something to be grumpy about.
But I do care. And I never lie. So when I say "It's gonna be alright" you better believe me.