Adventures of a dwarvish skald
Recently, a peculiar incident happened at Sorcerous Sundries. A rowdy dwarf with a look of crazed agitation in his green eyes stormed into the magic shop and demanded "Some bloody magics to give me em imaginations!" From his confusing explanation, the owner of the shop managed only to discern that the unexpected and unwanted visitor was looking for inspiration to finish one particular song he was working on. Bewildered by such a peculiar request from the first dwarvish bard he'd ever encountered, nonetheless, Halbazzer Drin offered the dwarf a powerful magic item, Signet Ring, known for its ability to enhance the wearer's eloquence. To the mage's utter surprise, the "wandering skald" as he called himself parted with a hefty sum of money for the ring without a second thought. However, he also demanded a place for him to finish his "touching ballad". Content with a good deal, Halbazzer Drin reluctantly let that oddball of a dwarf into his sanctum sanctorum provided that he wouldn't break anything. Later the strange visitor claimed that "Em magic voices up there worked bloody marvels, lad", likely indicating that his artistic endeavour was a big success.

Later that day, the dwarf in question was seen performing in front of the most noble of audiences by the fire near Baldur's Gate where the most prominent heroes of the Sword Coast are known to gather to discuss the events and troubles of the realm. The wandering dwarvish skald performed two of his best ballads so far, "Why no lassie will polish me axe", dedicated to a brave warrior named Raujax, and "Riding em unicorns", written for one particularly cheerful gnomish cleric the whole of the Sword Coast had grown to admire. According to the dwarf, "Em noble folks were so stunned by me performance, em fancy buggers had no words, alright". Yet, the reluctant accounts of the audience themselves... beg to differ.

Yet, this story doesn't end here. The restless and adventurous dwarvish skald was seen travelling to the Friendly Arm Inn. There, he performed his merry tunes to anyone willing and unwilling to listen, got praised by a lovely lady serving drinks outside of the Inn, and threatened everyone insulting his poetry and intellectual facilities to "CRACK YE BLOODY SKULL", including the guards. And he did sound quite convincing! Then the rowdy dwarf almost got into a fight with an earth genasi he somehow mistook for an orc, got dead drunk on a seemingly endless jug of ale and, utterly pleased with himself, fell asleep in the pigpen with a thoughtful and kind halfling, insulted by the short-tempered dwarf just minutes ago, getting a blanket and tucking the extraordinary poet in. At the end of the day, our dubious dwarvish hero who claims to be "The greatest skald of all the Sword Coast" was seen sleeping with the pigs, hugging the fattest of them tightly and murmuring something that went like "Come at me, lad, ye come at me, Raujax, ye cheeky bastard" as the light was fading away at the end of that busy day.

From the accounts of eyewitnesses and stories circulating around the Coast, written down by a humble unnamed traveller.