Thurin Stoutarm
"Wizard?" Thurin a fait écho, et a soufflé un souffle de cloque dans son trou de barbe. "Cela explique plus que ce que je veux dire." Avec une bouffée de sa poitrine et un poing qui bat contre elle, il se prosterne une fois de plus, passant devant les hommes, le halfling et les elfes. La neige le couvrit encore, lui et sa monture. Il faudrait qu'il trouve une belle écurie chaude pour sa bête. Mais la première chose a été la première. Il avait besoin de voir ce que le Magicien était ici, l'appelant loin de son voyage précédent.
Il a attaché sa monture à côté de celle de l'Homme, puis il est entré dans la taverne. Le grand nain regarda autour de la pièce avec un regard impatient, les mains sur ses hanches. Il trouva l'homme qui parlait à l'Innkeeper, et il s'en alla et leur fit signe. "Oui, et moi aussi. J'ai aussi quelques questions pour le coot."
Name: Thurin Stoutarm
Age: 118
Sex: M
Race: Dwarf
Class: Fighter
Equipment: backpack, a week's worth of rations, small tent, whetstone, bandage x 2. A dwarf-made two-handed ax(35), Mail Armor (20) Leather armor over it (15) Saddled Pony, Oil (10), Torch x2 (6), Whetstone (5), Flask (5).
Background story: He was a young Dwarf from the Ironhills when the call to battle reached his hold. He was 40 years old, with a beard that didn't reach his belt, and marched forward to the Battle of the Five Armies. He remembered the elvish arrows and the Orc scimitars, himself felling a few Orcs himself. He helped bury the dead, and held himself both physically and mentally well despite his youth.
He stayed in Erebor to work the mines, and then volunteered for Balin's adventure to Khaza-dum. He was never a heroic dwarf, but he had always been reliable and duty bound. Thurin made his way into the Misty Mountains with Balin and the Dwarven group, before they were attacked by Goblins and Trolls. He was one of the runners sent out to give word they were being attacked, and tried to arrive to Erebor but was cut off from it being attacked by Mordor's forces. He knew he couldn't make it in, so he decided to go back into the Misty Mountains to fight with his brethren, but found them all dead. He had been wandering ever since, looking for a way to atone for his failings.