Enter Cludge Slatefist, Dwarven fighter 1
The door to the Red Dragon slams open, revealing an extremely chunky dwarf, so broad he must turn sideways to enter. Almost square, he smiles broadly and clumps into the tavern.
AHH, THIS MUST BE THE PLACE! he bellows.
SMELLS LIKE BEER! Now, where can I find that Joe feller? That must be him behind the bar over yonder. Joe me lad, name o' Cludge Stonefist I be. I've been told you're the man to look for when one's in search of work.
Cludge stomps to the bar, picks a stool and bangs it up and down a couple of times to dislodge any dust. Which is kind of pointless, since Cludge is pretty much covered in dust himself. He shifts the broad greatsword strapped to his back and crawls up into the stool.
AH, THAT'S BETTER! Now, Joe, sir, whatcha got on tap?