Korash the Relentless, Dwarven Fighter
The door to the inn opens and a short statured, large muscled mass lumbers his way in. In one hand he carries a glaive and he uses his other to remove his dark earthen corlored hood. Lowering his hood reveals long auburn hair and great dark red beard. Both beard and hair are worn in multiple braids, meticulously braided, weighted down with various small baubles, stones and carved idols, bound together to form a central mass that trails down his back and chest. His eyes catch the light of the inn and reflect back a bright green, which contrasts greatly his dark skin, and his broad smile reflects back a character with a zest for life.
"Greetings patrons of the Red Dragon Inn, it is good to finally arrive to such a highly esteemed establishment." The muscle bound figure, at little over four feet, stops, and looks for a clear route to the bar. His armor and equipment rattles as he makes his way across the room in a slow and methodical fashion careful not to collide with any furniture or patrons. He continues addressing the room as he makes his way.
"Across the lands this establishment's name calls out to those who seek adventure. You got to get yourself to the Red Dragon Inn, I was told, Go see Joe they told me. If it is a life of adventure you want you'll find it there, Oh sorry lass, pardon me, don't want to be buying myself another table or more importantly lose any ale."
With some effort and a little courtesy the dwarf finally makes it to the bar and in a booming voice for all to hear the figure addresses Joe then turns to the inn."Joe of Orussus, Keeper of the Red Dragon Inn, and purveyor of fine ales, it is with great enthusiasm that I make your acquaintance. I am known as Korash the Relentless, Korash the Bull and some even know me as Korash the lumbering Ox."
With his last boast he gives a great bellow of laughter and a great smile again before he continues. "I represent the Clan of the Iron Mountain from deep in what you call the Stonespike Mountains. A craftsman and warrior by trade, I am a fierce friend and loyal companion. I am looking for what makes men heroes, and for my name to one day be sung by the bards. For now though, I will settle for a good hot meal a strong ale or two, and a sturdy table and chair, for I have been on the road for many days now and have much eating to do." He ends the last with a smile and looks for a table and chair sturdy enough for himself, gear food and drink.