Kriger picked up his chainshirt and went back to checking it over as Garm explained more of the Underworld. The barbarian listened aptly, and wondered about the marvels and hazards of the dwarven world. It did not seem all that different than surviving in the woods. Just a different set of rules. Know them and you stand a good chance to stay alive. Ignore them and you could end up dead.
Kriger looked up as he watched Neffar chasten the boy, and then join the rest of them at the fire. The guard joined the conversation, but the blond haired man wondered at the harshness at the boy. Perhaps Neffar did not want them to ‘spoil’ the boy with stories. Kriger was not sure he should say anything.“Hey Neffar, not to speak out of place, but it’s no harm if the boy joins us. Heck, might learn a thing or two.”
Kriger said softly to the guard.
Kriger then returned to the conversation. “So are these dwarves rich if they are mining gems? Are all dwarves like that?”
Kriger didn’t think Garm looked all that rich. The dwarf was well equipped, but he wasn’t carting around bags of gems or gold.
The barbarian set aside his chainmail shirt and got up to get his mess kit. With bowl in hand, he spooned himself out some of the meal Shavauna made. "Better than rations, that's for sure."
Current AC: 17 ( 13 Flat-footed / 15 Touch )
Current HP: 27/27
Current Weapon in Hand: greatsword
Conditions in Effect:
Rage Rounds Left: 6 of 6 per day