Lord Gryleth

Cut from the hard rock of Thera, before you stands a member of the hearty race of Dwarves. Quite possibly drunk, the being before you is plainly adorned as you see him. Drooping down from his forge-darkened face is a roughly cropped, waist length beard of silvery grey striated with veins of coal black and fiery red. With so much grey apparent, this is a rather aged being. Protruding from the chin of this....ruffian are two well groomed braids of long facial hair. Now noticing his piercing blue eyes, your sight shortly lingers on a faded tattoo of a hammer and anvil. Perhaps this faded tattoo might be an indication as to why his braids are always tucked behind his ears. The blood of an enemy is not conducive to good personal grooming. You can't help but notice a decidedly grumpy air about this one. Talk about one damn grumpy dwarf...

[Exits: The Crusader Bar]