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 beard of coal black
striated with shots of red and cropped roughly at the chest. Protruding from
the chin of this......ruffian are two well-groomed braids of long facial hair.
Now noticing his piercing blue eyes, your sight is lead to the hammer and
anvil tattoo of the dwarven battle-god, Braccus, emblazoned upon his forehead.
It is said that when a follower of Braccus is prepared for battle, his braids
will be draped behind his shoulders. The braids of Gryleth are always draped
behind him.

With a flourish of his weapon, you perceive yet another tattoo. Marked with two
hands in the process of shaking upon his wrists, calloused hands expertly
handle his weapon.

With a voice resembling grinding rock, Gryleth then says, 'Dabble not in the
magics of Thera, for only the Gods are wise enough to properly wield it.'