A soldier of the small-statured dwarves, Gustav is a veteran who protected the cave that was their sacred grounds, where lie precious artifacts dating back to antiquity. As he constantly thinks about the future of his scarcely-populated race, and remonstrates the youths who wish to head towards the battlefield, he was nicknamed the "Father of the Dwarves". When he excavated the Automata, relics from the past, he couldn't control them and had to borrow the royal army's power before managing to close the incident.
*You hear someone speak, but there is no one in sight. Rising from your chair and casting your gaze downward, you catch sight of Gustav, father of thedwarves.*
Hmmph, sorry for being so small.
*You apologize to the pounting Gustav, and move to where you can see him.*
Well, I guess that's the fate of the dwarf. But we're pretty agile because of our small size, I'll have you know.
*Absently stroking his beard, Gustav narrows his eyes. Those eyes had witnessed many a battlefield. He'd been through enough battles to have earned the moniker "Father of the Dwarves." Anyone judging him by his appearance would surely pay a heavy price.*
I may be an old fool, but I've accumulated a fair bit of knowledge over the years. I won't be a burden to you.
*With that, Gustav grins and begins to tell you the true purpose of his visit--the conflict with the monsters.*