Murray

Bah! Me armor is still fucked up. My fucking arse is all chafed from the rubbin'. It's gonna be damn impossible to finding a suitable smith amongst these humans. Maybe I'll be lucky enough to find some local Dwarves to patch me up real nice. Thank Moradin for Gwynmala... She has been a unexpected, but well received companion over the last few weeks. She may be the best dressed Dwarf I know, with a beard to match Sharindlars herself, she at least understands me...These humans. They all smell good, keep clean, but most of all they are so soft and pink, almost like their skin is about to burst with the slightest poke of me spikes. I'm glad for them. The people in Murray are some of the nicest folk I've met, but I cant help but feeling like I'm outta' me armor. I miss scrappin with the boys, the games of bloodball and the drinkin' and fightin'. Welcome news it is that we've been summoned by Lucy Flo-Kitt, this should certainly help curb me boredom.