"Bah! Real combat, eh? Ah've had mah share, ye can be sure o' that, mates! Ah kilt an entire tribe o' goblins, all on me own, me 'ole life's been full o' flayers and drow and fightin' and fightin' and fightin'! Ye'll ne'er meet a dwarf with as much fightin' in 'is past as meself, mates. Rest assured, Hallidor, sir, me axes 'ave been 'ard at work in me fightin' 'ands for s'long as Ah can remember, an' Ah know how to use 'em. Matter o' fact, these two blades 'ere are bran' spankin' new, an' Ah'm jus' itchin' to let 'em taste some evil creature's flesh!" Rasereit's eyes sparkle at the thought of the carnage. It's a tad on the disconcerting side, to say the least.