Free from the slave forges of The Dark Lord, Khargur now finds himself in strange lands, with strange folk.  For months he traveled on the roads; avoiding questions about his past; fearing spies of the Dark Lord may be anywhere, before finally his travels brought him to Ered Luin. Lord Balin, The Steward pitied the Stout-Axe and granted him refuge even offering him a place in his forges. 

Plagued with constant nightmares Khargur, never truly settled; and the sounds of beating metal only caused to remind him of his torment.
He threw down his hammer and tools and vowed never to work a forge again.
Khargur set out and begun his journey for a place he could call home. 

He takes jobs anywhere they can be found and to those he meets, he seems a grim and greedy dwarf who cares for little but silver and gold. This would be true if not for Khargur's newly discovered love for the many foods and drinks these lands offer, particularly those prepared by The Small Folk.