Harrim
- Speed
- 30 ft
Base attributes
- Charisma
- 12
- Constitution
- 14
- Dexterity
- 8
- Intelligence
- 10
- Strength
- 14
- Wisdom
- 16
- "I can't hear you... I'm being taken away... into the darkness..."
- A dwarf is lying on the ground, staring into the dark sky. He doesn't seem to have any severe wounds, but his
- The dwarf's wounds, shallow as they are, begin to heal, but he seems not to notice as he keeps whispering. "To
- "That's impossible!" The dwarf lifts his head and inspects his body carefully, then tries to move his hands an
- Harrim strokes his beard, brooding. "There is as much vanity in your words, as in the words of all who have no
- "I'm dying... I knew this expedition was doomed... Oh, Groetus, my vision darkens..."
- "How rude — speaking to a dying man that way! Look, I can't even move!" The dwarf moves his hands then looks a
- "We haven't yet begun, and you already speak of divvying rewards... What makes you think we'll even succeed? T
- The dwarf grunts as he regains his feet and warily looks down at his bloodstained armor. "It... it seems I wil
- "Why hurry? The same end awaits us all."
- Harrim pensively twists the strands of his beard between his fingers. "Side with you? I cannot say if there be
- "You're wrong... Who would know better than I the severity of my own wounds...? I can feel the last drops of v
