Lur Zirilkun

"She hasn't heard o' Boatmurdered then, the gravely voice of Lur rumbled, "Lissen Bright-eyes, we haven't reached tha point o' no return. You can turn back now if ya want."

The dwarf turned to the other travelers, sweeping his arm to point a dirty finger at each of them. The sound of creaking metal could be heard underneath his dark, heavy robes. He squints his eyes and says, "Same goes ta all o' you... But I'm guessing a couple o' stories ain't gonna stop us."

Lur shifts his backpack after a brief silence and continues on his way. His braided beard sways back and forth from the weight. "Comon Zaneg," he mumbles.