A Letter to a Steelhaft Dwarf

After helping the Steelhaft expedition save their cart and ponies, you spend some time fishing some of their gear out of the river. 
One thing you recover is a letter, written on very old parchment. It was stored in a solid steel scrollcase, and only a little water had gotten in. While it's drying, you get a chance to read over it.
“My Dearest Child,
I hope this letter finds you well. Although I am long dead, my heart still beats for the honor of the Steelhaft Clan.
Our very creed is in our name: We are different to other dwarves, because we are stronger. Those “woodhafts” will never understand us, as they will sacrifice safety for comfort and fortitude for frivolities. Our path is a difficult one, and a lonely one, but you are a part of an unbroken lineage that stretches back to the dawn of history. We have never once bent or broken.
Our clan has seen its share of fortunes and mishaps, but the foundations of our victories lie dormant. Within our archives there are maps of every place we’d once raised our flag, and no matter what transpires, that land remains ours in the eyes of Dwerfater.
Find one of our outposts. Take up pick and hammer and start the forges once again. Show the resilience and pride that burns in each of our hearts. 
You may not find dwarves in your travels, and you will have to find new friends and new allies wherever you can. Being a true dwarf isn’t a birthright, it’s a choice you make each day when you choose greatness over complacency. Surround yourself with these noble souls, and you will live a thousand years.
Know too that others you find will be mean and jealous, and will seek to take what you have. Give no quarter. Hold nothing back. There is no such thing as a meaningless death, in this life or the next.
Make me proud, and I will watch over you
King Melis Streelhaft"