"Do what? Heh, not enough pay in the world for that one."
A handsome young dwarf of who leans upon a weathered driftwood staff. He has beard and hair the color of dark seaweed and twinkling eyes of emerald.
A dour and quiet Dwarf, Dungrin isn’t so much unfriendly as he is uncaring. He seems to have no real place in the ship’s social hierarchy, bouncing from group to group not out of skill but more through apparent lack of it.
As the apparent leader of the small group of mercenaries aboard the Ruby of Katheer, he keeps his head low and makes wise decisions, helping out when required but keeping his team safe at all cost.