Chapter 1: Hollows Last Hope

[Larz Oathtaker]

Sitting alone at his table sipping a mug of warm spiced mead, Larz was lost in his thoughts trying to plan his next move.  Anyone looking over at him saw a young Dwarf  with reddish brown waist length beard and hair, braided together each braid ending in a metal ring. he's dressed in brown and gray traveling cloths, a chainmail shirt covering him from neck to knees. Beside him on the floor sat his pack. A well used dwarven war hammer, crossbow and quarrel of bolts rest against the pack, Leaning against the weapons a highly polished steal shield, with a war hammer emblazoned on its front. Clearly Marking him as a Cleric of Trudd .

upon hearing the sheriff mention Druingars name, Larz drains his mead in one drink then quickly stands and after scooping up his Hammer in one hand and his shield in the other , he quickly crosses the room to where the sheriff and the small pasty complected human are standing. Excuse me gentlemen I couldn't help but over hear your conversation. I would offer me services as healer, I've been trained in the orc wars as a field medic. after lifting his war hammer off his shoulder he adds. I can also hold my own in a fight.