Oldin is one of the finest masters to ever lead the Guild Dwarves, though time and age have left him bitter and resentful of many perceived slights. The old Dwarf schemes against the goblins who murdered his son, plots against the Elves of the plains who refused to renew a trade agreement, and seethes over the cobbler who accidentally scuffed one of his favorite pairs of boots. In his addled mind, all are equally wrong, all are equally loathsome. Sadly, for the cobbler, some revenge is more easily attained than others.
Oldin's greatest accomplishment, aside from the acquisition of a summoning stone, is introducing guild-designed artillery. He envisions a day when Guild Dwarf emplacements litter his home continent, keeping the wretched and lesser species at bay.