Looking at me hands I see they're too big, too burned and always dirty. There's got to be a better way ta' make a livin' than bending steel. Ah sure it made me strong and the long hours are good fer me constitution, but sleeping on the smithy's floor only ta wake with the roosters is getting boring...I needs me sum adventure. Like them fellas down in the inn, always buying drinks fer their friends and the girlies and teasing the likes of us who can barely afford ta drink more than once a week AND I likes ta drink!!
If only I could team up with a couple a fellers and go see 'bout that keep that opened up near round here, then I can get me some drinks and some girlies and have the time of my life.
Here comes that skinny guy...what's his name? Halfhand? Oakleaf? Damn... I'm not good with names. Ah shoot I hope he introduces his-self again
*Looks down at dirty, burned hands*
Shoot...I fergot ta wash me hands after work, hope this skinny fella don't mind iron soot
Pleased ta' meetchya...Vulgar's the name
*extends dirty hand*