A young dwarf has spent his life trying to find a calling. He is no master smith, not a brew-maker, nor an accomplished fighter. None of the normal professions of the Dunvi quite fit him and he has never really wanted to be a sheepherder. One thing that Ulgrin does know is that he yearns to see the world. Books have held the secrets of wondrous things and the sleepy mountainhome he lives in has none left for him to explore. He struggles with a future that will make him happy. But he has always been guided by his grandfather. A guiding hand has led him down avenues he would have never considered. Magic is an art not usually taken by his kind. His teachings, however, do not last. Old age takes his grandfather and leaves Ulgrin aimless and confused in the face of loss. But the old greybeard did not leave nothing. One final gift in the wake of his passing allows Ulgrin to realize his dreams. With it he can explore the world and make sense of what their ancestors left behind. Even in the wake of the Shattering there are still echoes waiting to be found. One just needs to find them.