A broad and taller-than-most-of-his-ilk dwarf in golden armor has been seen and heard talking in the taverns of southern mistone, to some associates (they could have been , who knows right?) of his about a trip to the deep under Belinara. Mithril, they say is the goal. Sheesh, such fools will only get themselves gutted by a beast or beast-elf. *Laughter erupts*