Borkel Hardknuckles, dwarven monk
After killing the last of the rats, Borkel quickly resumes his worrying, seemingly unimpressed with the victory or with Lul's nonsense. He clutches his bloody leg, a rictus of pain on his face. He looks at Eddy with the eyes of a kid needing his mother's help.
"Eddy, can you help me? I am hurt ..."
Just before Eddy can answer, Borkel catches something from the corner of his eye thanks to his dwarven capacity to see in the dark. This temporarily makes him forget about the pain.
"I see a human body lying on the floor farther that way. It is not moving ..."
Sorrow shows on his face as he naively deduces that the poor fellow must have met a horrifying death, something that Borkel had just barely avoided.
"Let's go and drag his body out of this terrible warehouse, Sela demands that the deceased be treated with respect"
After killing the last of the rats, Borkel quickly resumes his worrying, seemingly unimpressed with the victory or with Lul's nonsense. He clutches his bloody leg, a rictus of pain on his face. He looks at Eddy with the eyes of a kid needing his mother's help.
"Eddy, can you help me? I am hurt ..."
Just before Eddy can answer, Borkel catches something from the corner of his eye thanks to his dwarven capacity to see in the dark. This temporarily makes him forget about the pain.
"I see a human body lying on the floor farther that way. It is not moving ..."
Sorrow shows on his face as he naively deduces that the poor fellow must have met a horrifying death, something that Borkel had just barely avoided.
"Let's go and drag his body out of this terrible warehouse, Sela demands that the deceased be treated with respect"