Having completed his meal and taking a moment to brush away a few specks of food caught in the breads of his facial hair, Saint Codin threw back the last of the ale in one mighty swig. Twisting on his seat the dwarf turned his attention to the bugbear and the elf. "My name is Codin, and Kord himself has made me his Saint, so you can be sure I'm a warrior tried and true. If you are heading into that forest, you have my axe." There was a glint in his eye of experience and his face was weathered by harsh elements, his breastplate was forged of spiked mithral and his greataxe was clearly of high quality and made from Deep Crystal. It wouldn't take a master adventurer to tell he had been in a few tussles with beasties foul and furious.