Oscar was born in a middling dwarven hold in the mountains of Amn. Not to a royal clan. Not into legend. His people were craftsmen, soldiers, and stone-cutters who survived by endurance rather than glory. He apprenticed as a smith in his youth and learned early to see weapons not as symbols of honor, but as responsibilities. Steel, to him, was not meant to inspire songs—it was meant to hold when everything else failed.
