Imcando dwarves preferred the forge to the battlefield but were not afraid to join the frontlines if their aid was needed. They waded into conflict with warhammers held high, ready to smash their enemies out of existence.
Only one Imcando dwarf made her way to Ashenfall, and she came here for vengeance. Her foes were not the garou or the dragon army, but the green-skinned goblins who had earned her ire.
She was given a wide berth in Bramblemead, partially because of the enormous hammer hefted across her shoulder but mostly because of the fury that radiated out of her as if her hate were flames and she was perpetually burning. In the rare times the dwarf spoke, she simply mentioned that they were looking for someone the goblins had taken, and she would never rest until she got them back.