'Kamrock Silveraxe, at your service.' he turns back to the bar looking for the Innkeeper, 'Sheesh, where is he when you need him?' he looks at you with a queer grin.
You look at him and he seems a little out of place, the oxiding copper helm upon his head, his tattered cloak, crude chainmail and bootless feet being about the strangest thing for a Dwarf to wear. Yet you notice that hanging from his belt is an amazing Axe, perfectly forged from silver, it looks like it certainly is worth a lot of money.
'Ahh, my axe,' he says, noticing you eyeing up the weapon, 'I better keep that hidden.' He hastily pulls his cloak close around his shoulders. His facial expression suddenly changes from serious, to almost comical as he sees the Innkeeper aproaching, Kamrock turns to face him.
'A long Ale for me,' he turns to you, smiling, 'What are you drinking? My shout.'