There are few bards in Norrath who are yet to sing a tale of the mighty Hakadek. 
Among the few who have slain Lord Nagafen, dared the chamber of Lady Vox and has even led an army into the plane of Cazic Thule himself, I was taken aback to learn that before me stood the Hakadek of Norrathian Legend.

Hakadek traveled far from his home in Kaladim to marry Sunmoon and Eala.  I was present at the time of his arrival, when the whispers echoed throughout the Glade that Hakadek had arrived.  Hager Sureshot himself escorted the weary Hakadek and welcomed him into his home.

After a brief rest, he emerged and greeted Sunmoon, Eala and the rest of the wedding party with cheers and hugs.  I was later introduced to Hakadek, and he agreed to pose
as I painted this image of him and his lovely wife.

I have met many fine warriors during my travels, but few have the aura of greatness that seemed to burst out from deep within Hakadek's soul.  Before me stood a dwarf, a mere three feet tall, who towered above even the mightiest trees of Surefall Glade.

'Twas a meeting I shall treasure.