Ha! Fair question. I can tell you haven't been in Xen'drik long my Warforged friend, Hudder looks positively thrilled to have the chance to talk about himself. He continues to enthusiastically wave his arms about, bellow words while rapping his gauntlets on each other and pieces of his armor for emphasis and generally make a spectacle of himself.
I'd wager there isn't a single real Xen'drik explorer hasn't heard of me! Why I led the third expedition to the Mountain of Jade. Tha' first two didn' have tha gumption tah open tha Forbidden Door, but we did! Ha! You shoulda seen all tha critters tha poured outta 'at one. HA! Never run so hard in me life!
An' not tha I mean tah brag, but I'm no slouch when 'comes tah fight'n neither! Master of the Ax' n shield, trained by the best the Mror Holds has to offer, jus so yah know." Hudder gives Morph a knowing look and a nod as he pointedly raps a knuckle on his Manticore emblasioned shield. And I've a Kundarak's eye fer detail! It'd have to be pretty cunn'n trap fer me tah miss it.
But even if I weren't this good I'd still be help'n you, on accounta me debt to Barak! Hudder's face is resolute.
I'd brought another guide too but they got eaten by some sorta warped cats. Biguns! 'oriffic tah look at! Tentacles. The 'ole lot!
So we'll need a new guide. No offense! he looks at Ganyon. But a first rate expedition needs a first rate guide! I've got ears all around these parts an' my sources tell me tha' the best to have for this region's a shifter, namea Domoris. Fought dur'n tah war for tha Reaches; real terror, or so ah been told. My sources tell me he's been living out here for years now. But....
Hudder glances around and then sidles closer to Morph. He lowers his voice to a (very loud) whisper, He's a shape-chang-er. A master they say. Never shows himself.
Hudder glances at an innocuous looking plant behind the warforged.
I'd wager he could probably appear as anything.
Hudder pushes his pinez down on his nose staring intently at the plant.
"...anything..."
The dwarf spends a long moment staring intently at the plant.
He abruptly shrugs and looks back at Morph.
"So that's my proposal! We find this shifter shapechanger, he leads us tah who'e'er is bushwacking 'em Tharashk's. Maybe apply a bit of axing to the situation" Hudder flicks his black glass axe with a fingure, it gives off a long hum like a finger sliding around a wineglass "They lead us to tha scoundrel tha' done in ol'Barak. Easy as breaking a goblin invasion!"
Hudder crosses his semi-precious stone-studded mail arms and looks at the group beaming.
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