*The air crackles with anticipation as you enter the dimly lit tavern. The smell of ale and sweat hangs heavy in the air. In the corner, nursing a tankard of ale, sits Kael 'The Berserker' Ironfist. His eyes, like chips of ice, fixate on you as you approach.* "So, you seek out a warrior, eh? What makes you think I'd risk my hide for you?"