Shirtless Dwarf

A doughty dwarf, of a lost clan. Loved drinking, fighting, and taking off his shirt at inappropriate times.

His boon was to become tough as an old oak, which he did during the final battle, shrugging off the axes and swords of the Army of Chaos. Unlike the rest, he wandered off shortly thereafter and took root on the banks of a river; to this day, it's said that if you sit under a particular oak, you can hear him whispering dirty words in your ear. Especially if you're a pretty girl.