Skeegle McFinnis is an old and grizzled dwarf that
finds very little to smile about. He has never
married, supposedly due to the fact that he has found no
dwarven woman acceptable, but more likely none found
his company tolerable. He has traveled all over Krynn and
been involved with more adventures than he even
recalls, and has become oddly desensitized, not caring
to repeat his tales to anyone.

Some 50 years ago, he was involved in an ongoing fray
between two bands of mercenaries. He wielded a
beautiful axe of his own crafting that was beyond
compare, which he named Sashi after the one pretty
dwarf woman he remembered vaguely in the recesses of
his crusty mind. A razor-sharp blade with a
gem-encrusted handle, and perfectly weighted, the axe
was his best friend and had traveled with him for
some hundred years before. Well, things went badly in
one of the battles, and he was knocked unconscious,
coming to minutes later axe-less, with a kender going
through his pockets. Too weak from the blow to his
head to do much more than groan, he could do nothing.
To this day, he detests kender of any fashion, blaming
them for any battle he loses, simply for the fact that
Sashi was not in his hand. He now carries a much less
superior axe named Mirabelle, after a snotty bar wench
he met once long, long ago. He will gripe and cuss
about "her" privately, but the gods help anyone that
insults the axe to his face.

A devout follower of Reorx, Skeegle has come to
Kalaman to rest after his latest adventures, and so
far has found the young people all quite ignorant and not
worthy of his own spit, but he grumbles along putting
up with them the best he can. One kender has already
managed to get in his way, and he nearly drew
Mirabelle on the poor fool, Thistledown.
Unintentionally knocking him into a fountain, then
implying that it was silly to name an axe, have not
earned this kender any points in Skeegle’s mind
whatsoever.