Durin had been carrying two bags of cement, one over each shoulder, for his current employer today. He was a contractor or something who was in the middle of doing some road work or some such. It didn't really matter to Durin. The job was simple, transport some bags of cement to where the other construction workers could use it. There were a lot of bags, so it would be about a day's worth of work for enough money to last about a week. For most, it would be rather difficult to carry one bag, Durin found that 2 bags provided enough work for him to feel justified in how much he was being paid. He was alone for the most part, but that was alright. It just meant Durin didn't have to talk, or think really. He could just let his body work, well he could until he noticed that the bar up the hill was on fire and burning skeletons were wreaking havoc. 

Well Durin had enough money to last him awhile anyways. This could be put on hold. The Dwarf immediately began running home, inadvertantly forgetting that he was still carrying the two sacks of cement with him. This was an emergency situation, and an emergency dictated that he would need better gear.

Durin's house was a small, ugly thing, but it worked. It kept the rain out and it didn't get too hot in the summer. More importantly, it was where he kept his weapons and armor, which he hastily donned. All together he had his ultility knife on his left hip, his hatchet on his right, his shield in his left hand and his spear in his right. Despite his shield being wooden, he had faith in it. It was bound with hide, sealed with rawhide and reinforced with steel. Those skeletons would find it difficult to do more than singe its face. 

The dwarf left his house and began heading back towards the battlefield when he noticed a man off to the side shoot one of the local guards through the chest with an oversized icicle. Of course this was the work of magic users. Durin never liked 'em. They were too cocksure of the power of magic. Magical power isn't even really theirs, they are just messing with power that they don't really understand. Well whatever that guy was up to, Durin wasn't about to let him go about unimpeded.

[i]Magic users excel at long range, it is imperative to get in close first, preferably unnoticed. [/i]Durin began following Artholath, first from a distance, but slowly decreasing the range as much as he could. If all went well, Durin planned to give the magic user a taste of his own medicine and skewer him from behind with his spear. The dwarf did have lots of experience sneaking up on both people and animals alike, but you never knew with magic users. They didn't follow the rules, being able to see where they weren't looking, not to mention that even over the noise of the background battle, this guy may still hear the sound of the armor he was wearing. No matter, whatever happened, Durin would just need to adapt to it, and plan around this guy's actions.

[@ArenaSnow]