As a dwarf who's clan claims to have come from the Grey Peak Mountains so may years ago, I travel this land to make armor to help protect the weak of this land. I travel this land with my trusted friend Argos Axeblade, most the time. Argos can cause trouble from time to time, especially if he is near a keg of spirits. I tend to try, really I do try, to stay away from the spirits. That last tavern brawl was a knocker I tell ya! Argos put a hurtin on a few half orcs for calling him a ... well you get the idea. I stood outside and patched up the wounds as they got thrown out. I once knew a paladin, he was a friend to the end. He did not die, not that I know of at least, his path went another way is all. I sure wish our paths would cross again in the future, he is a great human I am pleased to call a friend. I forgot how I met Argos, must have been a tavern fight, or was it that pretty dwarven barmaid with a beard to die for? One creature I can not stand is goblins, i just want to kill them all. Help ya in any way I can ....