Leon looks down at his ring, feeling the arcane energies change, shift, a bit. He sees one name replaced by another, Dorn, a dwarven name, well, John was a paladin, maybe this person would be too. He decided that it was about time to return inside.
"Greetings Dorn, the Runehammer name is spoken with respect amongst dwarves of my home citadel." I heard spoken from Zanis, the suave dwarf he had taken a liking to earlier. Well, if Zanis liked him, I should too.
I shambled over to Dorn, asking him- "So? How did the night treat you?" I looked him up and down, about my same hight, but a little taller, and a lot more heavy-set. He was wearing a clerics garb, obviously a cleric of the forge, at the numerous symbols he wore ((I hope))...
I sat next to him, and looked up at him. "I'm a spell rogue, meself..." I confided, "I couldn't take my old tribes banishment of magic, they were very harsh, so I left them, and became half rogue, half sorcerer, I still do follow at least that tradition, every third son becomes a rogue, I just added my own spin."