The name was Arbood. Born of the Lynx Clan of the Dwarven Nomads, they were considered the lower cast among the mountain-dwelling royalties, or so they were called among the clans that had no home to call their own.
Arbood never bought all the talks about unification and unity among the Dwarven brotherhood. He had seen the greed and arrogance of the people who carried strong bloodlines, which for a nobody like him was something to be envious of.
But who would have known, under 'his' lead, that unity can actually be achieved? A unity that brought equality to the dwarves through equality and also turned the Lynx Clan who never had a home of their own, into one of the Nobles of Pulgasiri country. Though calling it nobles like those bastards in the Cynark didn't suit Arbood and the rest of his kind that much, they preferred the term Ruling class a bit more.