There's no good work in the Reach. The mines pay dung for wages and the farms even less than that. I thought I scored it big when I got a job working for this blind noble, but he fired me on account of me being a gloomy sort. He said he couldn't hear my smile. I don't even know what that means, my ears don't have teeth.
Anyways, the short of it is, I'm tired of this life. I want some easy gold. There's an old tower south of here called Reachwind Eyrie that looks like it's full of loot. Me and a couple others are thinking about raiding the place and nabbing everything that isn't bolted down.
It's gonna be first come, first serve. But if any of you other worthless drunks want to lend a hand, we could always use more.
This book was included in Alternative Armor: Dwarven Plate from the Creation Club