The dwarf bellows as he searchs around the courtyard for a weapon to suit his liking. He finally finds it, a Desns, the ancient weapon of dwarves, strange to find one here. Desns were a broad axe blade on one side and a blunt hammer on the other, perfect for smashing though enemy ranks. They had been given to the dwaves as a gift for their service to the Gods of Stone long ago. This one was rusty around the edges and only made of dark iron but it was certainly the best he could find this side of the Great Range.

"Come on Drago," talking to the only one he had a real affinity with, all the others were too busy with their magics and strange doings, "Let's do this."