So one day's work and I'm level three. Mighty heaving hulk of a man that I am. I've got a pair of fearsome goblin tongs in one hand and a pair of too-tight goblin britches around my nethers--and I'm looking for a guild!
If you need to know my qualifications you can ask the heaps of black and blue goblins strewn about in my wake! My turtle's shell is tough and thick like my toenails, and longing for action!