Comfortably reclined at one of the inn’s tables, the dwarf with the haunted mien sits with only a sizable warhammer and shield for company, stacked in an adjoining chair. Despite his not inconsiderable belly, the dwarf’s black adamantine armor and pockmarked smith’s apron speak of a life spent at the forge as well as on the battlefield. Despite the white streaks in his red beard and his stern demeanor, his cornflower blue eyes sparkle with the wisdom and sharpness of a dwarf in his prime.

~ Played by a Hero

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