Dirk Nightbreese
First Post
Looking at the elf as if he were daft for a moment, the Warrior bends forward, hefting first a bulging pack that clanks, his thickly armored body hulking and wide hefts it on as meaty hands grasp first a scarred heavy wooden shield, the Bear of Breland etched into the brass cap in the middle, and then the well worn stock of the wicked looking trident.
Standing formally, almost at attention, the human's belt holds a hand axe, a reverse slung short sword with a wicked looking hilt; and a few potion vials as the soldier responds, 'I be Wulfcyne Dabo, if ye ain't heard, an' I be at yer service. I be ready when ye' fixin' ta quit tha Shard.'
With a nod, the Brelander continues to stand, taking a scan around the bar for anyone he might've missed before.
Standing formally, almost at attention, the human's belt holds a hand axe, a reverse slung short sword with a wicked looking hilt; and a few potion vials as the soldier responds, 'I be Wulfcyne Dabo, if ye ain't heard, an' I be at yer service. I be ready when ye' fixin' ta quit tha Shard.'
With a nod, the Brelander continues to stand, taking a scan around the bar for anyone he might've missed before.