A dwarf standing about 4 feet tall in height holds a fist to his head and takes a breath when he opens his hand, a locket falls around his neck, sitting safely between the spikes of his armor. He sniffs his nose, large and crooked and looks around the room. The left side of his face has a long scar which goes over his green eye. Sweeping his unkempt black hair back and briefly touching his matching beard, the dwarf says,
"I know how they work, they will catch you if you try to be sneaky, throw up some fake charges and keep you in the dungeons for your life. If you need something big, I'm your man, I may not be tall, but I swing a big sword."
he motions towards his greatsword, sitting on his back,
"I can hit hard. That what you mean by big? Do we fight a war?"
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