Name: Vetrengarr Ragesteel<br/>Race: Dwarf<br/>Class: Warrior<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Level: 78<br/><br/>The stout scarlet-haired dwarf warrior strode up to stand beside the human priestess keeping watch at the stables. His armor clinked lightly as he moved and a battle axe and shield were strapped to his broad back. His hair and beard was allowed to freely fall where it would, unrestrained, resulting in a mane that covered his head and face save for his forehead, cheeks, and eyes. It also extended down to his shoulders in the back and his belt in the front. As he approached, he heard the last bit of what the human priest was muttering to herself.<br/><br/>"Don't ye forget us dwarves, lass. Sometimes I wonder if ye humans sometimes forget that, 'fore elf and draenei, we dwarves stood with ye against tha Horde. Oh, well. I s'pose it doesn't make much difference. We'll still be here ta fight with ye, even if we don't get any thanks afterwards. That's how we are."<br/><br/>He chuckled, winking at the priestess before reaching back and drawing both his axe and shield, preparing himself for battle.<br/><br/>"Ya can stick with me if ya want. Ye can heal me if I get hurt and I'll make sure none o' them bloody bastards get near ya. Deal?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>