A powerful and battle-scarred Duardin with one remaining eye, his other eye socket occupied by a blue gem. He was invariably armoured in chainmail and carried a gleaming broadaxe as well as his [1a] two wide-barrelled pistols. [1b]
|Stinks of dung and rotten fish. And the next fat little human who jostles me will be hauling his goods home with two broken arms.
~Kazrug to Hanniver Toll .[1a]