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As Yaxxond enters the tavern, he tries his best to blend in. Pulling his cowl over his head as far as it can go, he scampers up to the barkeep. Seeing others put the necessary coinage on the counter, he figures it’s a custom he has to follow when entering. He furtively puts the coins down and speaks up in his best common, ”The biggest drink this will buy please.” Taking the drink, and avoiding the curious stare as he’s handed the larger than he expected mug, he finds a seat in the corner to listen to anyone he can in the hopes of finding individuals who could help his plight.

After a few minutes a few dwarves the table over start swapping stories of giants they have heard of, fought, or killed. Yaxxond immediately knew that most of them had no idea what they were talking about as their stories did not match the truths of his life. Figuring they at least carried their weapons well enough when they walked in, he decided to give conversation a shot as he didn’t see anyone else more likely to help him. Quietly pulling up a chair just as one dwarf was exaggerating a giant’s height to extreme proportions, he dropped his cowl and immediately took the break in the story as an opportunity to express his own story.

”That’s where you are wrong, good sir dwarf. Giants only be half that size. You see, I have lived my life among these monsters and could tell you how many nose hairs each had. Born free, captured into slavery, and forced to work for those creatures, I have knowledge of many of their camps.” As the befuddled dwarves ease their hands off their weapons, Yaxxond is emboldened to continue, ”Using trickery, stealth, and a lot of cunning I, Yaxxond, led a warband of my kin against these giants claiming no less than 5 kills and many more injured. I, Yaxxond, freed over 100 brave kobolds who took up the cause.”

Standing on his chair now puffing out his chest and letting his cowl fall down, Yaxxond continues in a fairly loud voice”I, YAXXOND, who doth swear vengeance on the one called Vunar, hereby look for others who would join me and ridding the area of this blight upon the land. Look not to my heritage, or my stature, but know this, it will be Yaxxond whose name is told across these lands in the generations to come. Will yours be spoken with mine? Or will you be another victim of Trunau, knowing you could have done more to defend this brave town?” Whether he is greeted by laughter, cheers, or silence, Yaxxond sits down and scoots his chair back a foot from the table. Crossing his arms he defiantly stares down any would-be objectors and waits for a response.

Scale color is olive green, with a nasty scar slicing up his left shin and then again along his right arm. Received these from falling into a pit trap. While it's not a gimp he does tend to favor his right leg when moving, leading to almost a galloping motion to his running gait.

Kobold swarm fighter, using a flail to trip enemies. He will perfect his techniques of running directly under foes then tripping them, before using the kobold style feats to jump on top of them and keep them pinned while still using his weapons. He's hoping to find a friend along the path to help make use of his teamwork feats.