As you study this Dwarf closer - you notice that he has a fierce uncaring expression on his face, and the gleam of the wanting for battle in his eyes unsettles you. The Dwarfs upperbody is covered in old and more recent scars from countless battles - obviously none that has been challenging enough to end his existence, though several may have been close. As you study him further your eyes stop at the tatoos covering his arms and chest - the same tatoos of the dwarven members of the monastary of the setting sun that lay in the hills near Hlint before it was destroyed by ogres some 20 years ago, it would appear that he is no longer following that path - since a huge axe is strapped on his back and his ways of behaviour has obviously grown a lot more uncleanly than those of his former brethren in the monastary. As you decide to move on you see him grabbing his axe and chopping a nice big hole in a barrel of Dwarven Ale, after which he starts drinkin' directly from the barrel, emptying it in a few draughts - burps as he is done - but still seems to be quite sober, as he moves on to the next, you have heard the legends of dwarven constitution - but this seems a bit much - you move on carefully - deciding that it would be unwise to disturb him in his current business.