[Soldier]

Gonli was hungry. Then again, the Dwarf was always hungry. Thick fingers pulled stringy black hair from his eyes and his black beard was braided into intricate knots. Despite living in the wilderness as a Hermit, he still had the pride of his people. The Mountain Man sighed as his thick belly rumbled, ready to go another night without food. Gonli turned a corner and was heading for the gate to make his camp when he bumped square into the back of a Human girl. Well, mostly her posterior. “Jalat’s balls, woman!” he bellowed, his hands coming up to settle on her rump to push her away. It was with a start he noticed where his hands were and yanked them away, stepping back and crossing thick arms over a barrel chest.

“Ye gots nerve, standin’ there an’ takin’ up an entire walkway with yer hind end!” he growled. “Didn’t yer parents give ye any manners?” The Dwarf walked closer, and Gwyn and her companions found themselves wishing he wouldn’t. Years of living alone in the wilderness, along with a racial aversion to water, had caused the Dwarf to become rather ripe. The smell was enough to make everyone’s eyes water as he got closer, demanding an explanation.