Eh? Me name's Bjornigar Ironguts! *puffs out his chest, snorts loudly and spits on the grass, drowning an earthworm* HAR! Got im! Yeh, ye remember the name aye? Me granfadder been tha one who made them no poisononin spells, daft beaker bubblin mage of a dwarf! Still though, he did good fer himself, made a good commission on dem scrolls an made our clan tough gainst them limp wristed, blade venommin drow. Seems ah got somma his blood in meh, takes a bloomin 20 belt ah the hard stuff tah stagger meh! *gives a lecherous chuckle and belch that wafts a cloud of noxious alcoholic odor smelt at least 10 yeards away* Where I'm from? I done told ye! Ye granpappys Loins! Oh, ye meen tha fort! Why didn't ye bloody say so?! Me clan been wit our kin, stationed at tha Bloody Gate. Aye! Ye heard of it den! I been mannin da walls fer bout fiddy-eihrght years now, durn straight it lives up tah its name! *holds up his hands like a fisherman describing a bass* Orcs tha size a UMBERHULKS laddie! Them forces ah Milara constantly knockin, HAR! We done drove em back again an again like gobbos in a thunder starm! Ain't nothin gettin past a dwarf clan, kin assure dat on me blood!