What is it with me and drunken, sarcastic, dwarves with attitudes? Really…what did I do to deserve such a thing?

Here I am once again, a female elf, a healer doing my thing and being awesome at it. Suddenly, I have a Dwarf in my party. Not just ANY dwarf, but an AXE wielding dwarf.

“If you’re the grey warden’s best their standards must really be slipping” he says…the nerve!

But what can I expect from a little mountain midget that “pisses ale and kills little boys that look at him wrong” according to the rumors. Oh, and he confessed to being completely drunk while we’re fighting the undead under the city.

Here we go again.

not again

I’ve thrown dwarves off bridges for less.