I had slaughtered countless fiendlings, beasts, and even Death Adder himself in a sickly bloody epic duel to the death.

My axe was dreanched in sweat and blood, and my small fat dwarven fingers were misfigured by my muscular grip!

Then one guy steps forward and says that bastard (bl)Adder was only takin' orders from a greater evil. I immediatly swing my axe and chop his head off.

Silence I am restin', boy!

But I forgot the guy couldn't hear no more.

Quite sad whenya 'tink bout it...