Enter Dane
A dwarf enters the tavern and shakes off the beads of rain that have collected on his cloak and armor.
By Moradin's Hammer, will this rain ever cease! Another reason why we dwarves live underground . . . weather!
Dane walks through the tavern with a noticable limp with his left leg. Hanging on his belt loop is a well-worn waraxe with a few chips taken out of the blade. While he appears to be caked in mud, it matches well with his ruddy attire. Dane's armor jingles as the scales shift with the dwarf's abnormal gait. While he tries to keep the image of a robust dwarf up, it is obvious he is new to the adventuring lifestyle.
Dane tries to find a job-board within the tavern while saying aloud.
Axe-for-hire, axe-for-hire. Blast it all don't rich folk need a good axe for good gold nowadays? I know times are tough, but even us dwarves need to eat.
Dane Thoradin