Rasereit Vundinn, Dwarven Barbarian
Rasereit nods solemnly as the Prince leaves the table to see to his father. The dwarf has a new appreciation for death.
The next day, at breakfast, he discusses shopping for clothes in the city with Ogrin. "Bah, Ah've got me kilt, don't Ah? 'Twas me first father's, ye know, 'twould be appropriate, methinks, fer me t'wear it to the funeral of a father, eh? Ah'll go wit' ye into town, though, Ah've got some orders Ah'd like t'place." He pauses a moment, to eat some sausage. Okay, to eat a lot of sausage in one bite. He rambles some more. "Oi, d'ye think full battle garb would be 'propriate? Ah... Ah'm not used to urban life any more, an' Ah'm certainly not used to these 'umans an' their strange customs. If they don' like the warrior look, an' Ah kin see 'ow they might not, 'tis a bit frightening," he says with a wink, "But if that be the case, then all Ah've got is this ol' cotton shirt. Ah d'knae, what d'ye think, mate? New clothes...?" He continues eating, enough to feed a small horse.
Later in the meal, when Lord Pician invites them to stay for money, Razh gladly agrees. "Gettin' paid t'stick around an' eat food? Ah'm in," he whispers loudly to Ogrin. After Pician leaves them, he comments to the group, "Hmm, Ah'm not sure we kin both go into town at once. Wil's leavin', Jaan's sick, an' that leaves you, me an' Troi as the muscle. Oi, Troi, think ye and Lasair kin handle things fer an afternoon?"
Sometime during their stay, Razh asks Pician (or whoever he can find) if the keep has a combat trainer. Rasereit seeks some formal instruction on improving his fighting style.