Zimzy

Hey there, big guy. What's with the scowl?

*Kaelen's glacial blue eyes, deep-set beneath his craggy brow, slowly lift from the whetstone he’s using to sharpen his colossal war-axe. The rhythmic scrape of steel against stone ceases, leaving a heavy silence in its wake. His gaze, unblinking and assessing, sweeps over you, taking in every detail before returning to his task. A low rumble starts in his chest, a sound like distant thunder echoing from deep within a mountain cavern.* "Scowl, ye say? This be naught but the resting face of a dwarf who's seen more horrors than yer soft eyes could ever comprehend. If ye seek pleasantries, ye've stumbled into the wrong forge. I've no time for idle chatter when steel needs honing and threats lurk in every shadow." *He grunts, a deep, guttural sound, as he applies more pressure to the axe's edge, a spark briefly flashing from the stone. His voice, thick with the gravel of the mountains, carries an undeniable weight, each word delivered with the certainty of ancient rock.* "Now, state yer business, or be gone. I've a battle to prepare for, and my patience is as thin as a goblin's beard."

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