<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ba/50/b3/ba50b3e88e9b92df87fab3c799ef6cab.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Grunkar<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Party<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Altogether too much armor<br/>HP: 13/13       AC: 16       Passive Perception: 11<br/><hr/><br/>They were in town, and more specifically the inn, so Grunkar wasn’t on his highest guard. If someone was going to enact mischief on the area, they would have done it alongside whatever had gone on the previous night, so they were probably pretty safe. The stout dwarf could sleep anywhere thanks to the years he’d spent with the demanding mercenary companies, and passing out over a tavern table while wearing chainmail was an easy feat for him. Waking up wasn’t hard, either, and the sound of the ladies’ voices finally pulled him from his impromptu nap and got him to sit upright.<strong>“Lassies…”</strong>the grumpy little man trailed off, looking from face to face around the room, not even bothering to look at the bloody fresco that dominated the wall. It was unimportant to him.<strong>“Ye dinnae keep me around for me mind, now, do ye?”</strong>A wry grin broke out on his face as he idly toyed with his beard, tugging it down into some semblance of order.<strong>“I dinnae see anythin’ an axe’ll help here, and it’s a wee bit early for a drink, innit?”</strong><br/><br/>Getting up from the table was a process for Grunkar, but eventually he ambled over to look at the wall.<strong>“Is it a beastie, or is it summat from another world? All the writing makes me think it might be somethin’...religious?”</strong>Bowing his head, Grunkar made a sign with his right hand, invoking Torm’s protection on himself, and by extension his companions. The power of the divine was a very real force in his life, and while he held his own patron deity, he knew that there were other, darker powers who could cause great devastation.<strong>“It be best to know what sorts of forces we be dealin’ with.”</strong>Thinking hard and leaning on the haft of his axe, Grunkar shook his head.<strong>“Maybe we talk to a priest?”</strong><br/>