Nalin Goodhammer (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=605396)<br/><br/>The young veteran did not speak as he leaned against the wall, listening to the Mentor speak as the old man stoked the fire. The dwarf was clad in full plate of darkened dwarven steel of the finest craftmanship. The armor had skillfully etched designs playing over it. These designs were rendering of both the Goodhammer clan blazons and Amathos' holy symbols. The dancing light from the fire place reflecting off the polished surface of the dark hued steel as the warrior cleric's sharp blue eyes watched from beneath his helm.<br/><br/>The dwarf stood four feet and three inches tall, he was a bit wider than he was tall. His dwarven full plate being tailored to fit perfectly over his muscular form. The head of a massive hammer lay against the wooden floor of the study, it's long wooden pole resting to lean against his right shoulder. His wide crimson beard reaching all the way down to just above his belt buckle, both sides of his mustache ending in intricate braids. He noted as a few of his new comrades in arms offered their introductions, still he did not say a word. There would be plenty of time for talking on the road.<br/><br/>When it came time to exit the study, he would offered the Academy Mentor a salute before hefting the massive dwarven longhammer so it rest upon his right shoulder. The hammer was maneuvered gracefully through the doorways as though it was part of his own body. He waited patiently by the wagon, his blue eyes rolling over all the sights of bustling human city that were in his visual range while his ears picked up the curious sounds. The sharp pinging clings of a near by blacksmith was somewhat of a comfort to him, a familiar and welcome sound. He was tempted to visit the Blacksmith, curious to see how well human metalwork would compare to generations of dwarven tradition. But it was important that they all set off as soon as possible, there would be time to indulge in curiosity later.