Looking over the dwarf and noticing the rather large axe and the holy symbol, he gets a bit confused.
"Kirksa, wasn't it? You seem to be a holy man of sorts, based on that symbol you wear, but I have never encountered a holy man who wielded such a violent weapon. Are you some manner of questing warrior for your gods? It looks like you can handle yourself pretty well in a scrap, so just yell if you need help."
The dwarf hooks his thumbs under a thick leather belt and smiles, "Aye, Kirska is my name. Those who refuse to wear a blade into combat will still fall to them, or at least that's my motto. So if I was one of them fru-fru holy men who preach non-violence and a Darguun hobgoblin jumped me from behind with his greatsword, I'd be in trouble. In my case, I grab my axe and cleave the man in two. Ah, but don't be worrying too much. The Host looks kindly on me and I still channel their blessings just the same as another one of the order. Just don't expect me to be hiding behind anyone when the fightin' breaks out" Kirska says