Fruin was the youngest of Gain's grandchildren. His beard barely reached the top of his belt, and then only if he hunched over. He made up for his youth, though, by being utterly duplicitous. A greedy creature, Fruin walked around with the glint of gold in his eyes. Two years ago, his grandfather had arranged for the lad to work beside him as a guard of the Khazad's treasures. Since then, his only thought had been making off with as much of the collected wealth as he could possibly gather. While much younger than Gain, Fruin was more than his grandfather's equal in treachery and deviousness. Although Gain believed that the idea to rob the Dwarven horde was his own, it was planted in his head by his grandson. Fruin was more than happy to allow the old warder to believe he was the mastermind behind the plot. That way, if something untoward should occur during the raid, Fruin could deny all knowledge of the scheme. He planned to blame the entire affair upon a deluded old Dwarfs fevered dreams. Whenever he got his way, Fruin was a pleasant, almost oily Dwarf; however, when matters turned against him, his manner turned surly and hostile. He had little or no sense of honor. Fruin always pushed any advantage he had to its outer limit, and he was not above using horrible and cruel means to satisfy his ends. This amoraltty enabled him to hatch his nefarious conspiracies. It was a trait that became painfully obvious whenever he managed to get an upper hand.