The title reads: "Codex Urik: the Industrious Dweorgr of Wirrâl". It's an introductory…

The title reads: "Codex Urik: the Industrious Dweorgr of Wirrâl". It's an introductory race creation and dweorg cultural backstory manual.

What does this mean?

Close your eyes. Reflect upon your core essence -- really bore into the depths of your soul and reach a hand toward the book stand.

What do I find?

A stocky man on the cover art of the codex looks straight at you. He is horrendously hairy with a bulbous nose. He wields a large battle axe and grins like a maniac.

Very funny.

The normal dweorgr are a breed intelligent yet greedy who drink hard and do battle even harder. Yet behind the brutish exterior, they also enjoy braiding their hair and beard, and going on heroic quests. This latter activity is most common for shield dweorgr.

I'm not sure this is the correct choice.

Like a tiny homunculus, the dweorg lives within your blue soul.

"Dweorgr, huh?" The lieutenant shrugs. "I was always more of a sidhe or huldur guy myself."

I feel profound kinship with this man.

Embrace your inner dweorg. You're a tall dweorg. Become the Dweorg King.

What the hell?

Is this really me?

I can feel it.

You see an old, out-of-shape drunkard of a cop incapable of solving a simple case. Imaginary worlds can't save you.

[Put the book away.]