<em>Equip: All Armor</em><br/><br/>(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/baldursgategame/images/f/f3/Helmet1.2.png/revision/latest?cb=20120110153648)<br/><br/>With some quick rummaging through a heavy backpack, Pelgir Sorehands coughed out a snort.<br/>"Goblins! Gone wee too far - greenskins, for wee too little's been done. The Baron's, the Duke, tha have forgotten to reed the weed in their search for a pers'o'nal garden of treasure!<strong>But</strong>, there be a sayin':<em>"It's na use to cry in the reen (rain)"</em>- ro(a)ods left un-cheeked by men busy squabbling over who be tha next big man, but be there naything ta' govern' soon!", Sorehands shook and twitched that majestically thick beard of his. He slammed a simple, two horned helmet on his head. Mounting his backpack (or the backpack mounting on the dwarf), he slammed the sturdy fist of his against the wooden shield, adorned by a emblazoned with a holy, radiant mace in the middle of it.<br/><br/>"Tha goblin' breed like rats. Eech summer, eech winter, remind ye, must reeding be done, or tha weeds go wild - and this is wha' happen' when no reedin' be done!.", a sturdy warhammer rose to rest against Pelgir's broad shoulder. Two clear eyes fixated on Jonathan, Merrick, the<strong>Paladin</strong>and finally on<strong>Cinthia</strong>. "Goblin's be cowards, and fight like cowards. Tha ambush, tha hide after, runnin' cowards!.", the dwarf leant closer to Merrick with a conspirators lean. "Tha hide, wash tha'selves under rock before<em>goldrise</em>- erm, sunrise pardon mi - like filth hidin' from a lazy maiden's broom.<br/>Tha be lazy, can't build, can't contribute ta' anyone anythin', unproductive like two halflings next ta' a warm anvil! But don't ye worry now..", Pelgir Sorehands streched his deft fingers around the shaft of the warhammer.<br/><br/>"Always trust a dworf when dealin' with vermin under stone! I Gu-a-ran-<em>thee</em>thee that ya' coin be goin' for tha' right address, there's no cave-business like a-dwarf-in-a-cave-business. Wee'l bring back ya gal. So tha goblins be hidin' not under reen (rain) and clouds aboveground, but underground. A cave - a tomb - a mine. Any of ya' happen' ta know any crevasses un-reeded at tha' hills?"