Hope the scavenged page gag isn't outstaying its welcome, I figured it reflected his beggar origins of using whatever was at hand. I will put interactions with other claimed dwarves, since I haven't gathered enough about their personalities I will keep it brief.
You continue down the oddly shaped purple page, and notice the next one shows obvious signs of being crumpled.
As I awoke I was immediately filled with dread, I had slept longer than intended, as a result of being on a migrant caravan for so long, as well as my habit of falling asleep at holy buildings I picked up back home, despite this shrine being open to the sky. This feeling was intensified when I noticed a barrel of booze lying in front of me. This led to two possibilities, and neither of them were ideal, either a god took notice of my 'praying' and granted it to me, or someone dropped it off, and surely noticed me sleeping. I didn't look forward to it, but I had to do some information gathering and damage control, immediately going to 'work' as a migrant may endear myself to the management, but would surely be suspicious to everyone else, it was time to get used to my new home.
With that, Nidor quickly cleaned up, tucked the journal into a fold in his robe next to the sacramental whiskey flask. He then paused, thought to himself, and tapped the mystery barrel of dwarven courage, it was also dwarven luck, happiness, fuel, wine, and in his case, a hint of fear. After his fear was conquered he set out to introduce himself.
Immediately noticeable was that the shrine was right next to the barracks, and main stairwell, he was surprised that he was able to sleep so well with the noise, or that he wasn't being cuffed upside the head for sleeping on the job. Perhaps everyone was too busy to notice, though one would have to be close to him at the shrine to tell he was sleeping, and to hear any snoring for that matter. With a bit of small talk with passing haulers, he had gathered that it had been two days since his arrival! Nidor mentally swore to himself, sleeping for nearly two days instead of producing metal would lead to a rocky start, he would have to visit the forges and apologize, as well as to Splint if he ran into him.
Nidor wandered the halls a bit until he met a grumbling dwarf who stopped to briefly glance at the strange dwarf in front of him. "Hello, I'm Nidor, newly arrived apostle" Nidor started, "Karkov, farmer, brewer, woodcutter, and expedition leader, so I am very busy, welcome to Riverrun" he said in a rehearsed tone, and then rushed past. "Don't mind him" said a voice from behind Nidor, "the fort is still young, so founders like us tend to stay busy." Nidor turned around to face the dwarf and saw a smiling goggled face with a hammer and chisel, chipping away at various lumps of stone. "Name's Reudh, stone worker obviously, pleased to meet you." Reudh motioned to shake hands, but they were interrupted by the sound of swearing, and a crumpled ball of paper bouncing off of Nidor's head. They turned and saw a dwarf frantically scribbling away at a desk piled with seemingly random bits of metal and anvils. "Moody dwarf?" wondered Nidor aloud, Reudh chuckled and said "Nah, academic, inventor specifically, similar, but they know what they want to make before sitting down, and don't go nuts if it fails, so they can try again." Nidor picked up the ball of paper and mused "Failing a mood and trying again, sounds insane to me." Reudh shrugged, and continued his work. Nidor glanced at the paper, it was filled with half-erased images of armor "That reminds me, do you know where the forges are, I am to be praying for metal, and knowing who I am praying for can help" Nidor asked, Reudh nodded and pointed down the hall "Just head that direction, can't miss it, PSI is another of the founders, she tends to work the forges."
Nidor thanked the dwarf and headed in the direction he was pointed towards, along the way he passed a pair of vaguely similar dwarves shouting at each other, "You ass!" shouted the female dwarf "you put that lizard in my bed, don't deny it, it has your handiwork all over it." The male dwarf, who appeared to be an under equipped member of the militia, smirked and taunted "now that is quite the accusation, even if I was the one who did it, I don't see why you are upset, you always fancied scaly critters, you should have been thanking me." She countered "Listen here mister-" but was cut off by the male dwarf shout of "No period!" Nidor quickly hurried away, both looked to be no stranger to violence, and Nidor recognized the signs of a 'friendly' sibling brawl brewing that he did not want to be a part of.
He had finally arrived to a room that instantly hit him with a wave of heat and fumes that stung the eyes. Nidor reeled a moment, blinking away the smoke from his eyes when he heard another voice call out, "About time you finally showed up!" Nidor's heart sank to his stomach, his head quickly working out ways to excuse his lack of progress, he blurted out "Sorry I haven't produced that much, gods are rather fickle you know." "Eh?" said the dwarf, "nonsense, Tenderroast already delivered your first bar of bronze some time last night, I'm PSI, Tender is out at the moment, and you met Jaywalker already." A familiar dwarf from the group of migrants I traveled with was melting some salvaged armor towards the back, and waved before returning to his work.
Nidor's head furrowed in thought, this Tenderroast fellow had apparently visited while he was asleep, and exchanged the barrel of wine for the bar of bronze most likely, this thought seemed to relax Nidor a bit, that scenario would relive both of his problems of looking productive, and where the wine came from. Though it did raise a new problem, he was asleep, so the bronze shouldn't have appeared. Nidor spoke up, "thank you, I was worried my efforts weren't enough, and to tell the truth, I didn't even notice when Tenderroast came by." Psi smiled and said "No problem, you religious types often have your mind in the clouds, perhaps even literally." Nidor nodded, pondering, "Yes, I suppose I should get back to it, I passed a militia dwarf on the way here equipped in leather, I'd rather get the metal than speak at a funeral." The forgedwarves agreed, and Nidor went back towards the shrine, feeling relieved at a mystery sufficiently solved.
Tried to fit as many cameos in as I felt comfortable with, I didn't see any characterization from Reudh's dwarf, so kinda fell back on his Spearbreakers type of friendliness. As for Monitor and Mr Frog's dwarves I figured the sibling prankster angle would be sufficient characterization without stepping on toes.