debard and maloak are at the local inn, drowning out the boredom with some tasty brews served up free from the innkeeper. maloak sulks in his chair, bored, ready to move on, debard up on stage with his groupies sitting in the chairs, filling the room up with claps in rythm to his music.
as the night passes on, a very angry looking dwarf comes walking in, and he looks like death had just spit him back out. Half his head is wrapped in bandages, the other half with burnt scars and scraggly hair. his right eye is missing, and his bright blonde beard is covered with dried brown blood and twigs.
just behind him stands another dwarf, looking worse. left arm in a sling, other arm holding a crutch, because his leg is in a splint. his armor torn to shreds, the only thing of value is his axe on his back.
the healthier looking dwarf eyes maloak, spits a huge gob of a blood tinged saliva onto the floor, stumps over and slams down in the chair opposite maloak.
so your the human maloak i keep hearing about in this town. well, i need your help. its harsh work, dangerous, but for one of the guys who saved sandpoint, it should be easy. it involves killing goblins, but again, easy for a man like you
When Dabard sees the dwarves talking to Maloak he cuts his set short to join the conversation.
"Killing gobblins you say, that is almost a good enough reason to help, almost." Dabard eyes the dwarves armour and weapons. "It must have been a whole horde to take a chunk out of you two. Tell us what happened.."