I am the Dud

My scholar, Metron, tells me this is where I should just skip forward to my sibling's first words. However, there is one thing that must be shown first, as it matters later.

"Is it true that you have a double digit experience divisor?" Dinharm (ranked Mushroom Worm) asked me one day.

Expecting a conversation about the topic, I admitted that yes, it was true.

He laughed loudly, his arms on his hips in a gesture of dwarven triumph. "It is true! I shall pass you in ranking, and explore tunnels, naming the features after my clan and family, and you will still be here, wallowing in misery, just a classless dud."

"I still have..." but he was gone.

This is the day when the new ones started gathering experience from their fellow dwarves, and ignoring me outside of combat.

"Are you certain you wouldn't rather be a pit fighter?" Bitaxes asked one day.

"I prefer my fights without rules, or the expectation of waking up afterward, if I lose." I said.