[h3]Martina Stonehammer[/h3]
Martina's hands twitched, balling into fists before loosening.  This was... These men, these vile sorcerers...

It was a well known fact that there were many things that dwarfs disliked, such as forests, sailing, elves, weak booze, shoddy workmanship, elves, laziness and elves.  Well known, of course, because the dwarfs would take any opportunity to grumble about anything that caught their ire.  But there were three things they despised above all else, and whilst Martina couldn't be sure if they had crossed the ultimate dwarf taboo, the breaking of an oath, their cowardice and the fact that they dabbled in dark magic was more than enough for her.  Her breathing was heavy as she placed a hand on Fanilly's shoulder...

"Captain..." she uttered monotonously, her tone oddly calm despite all that was happening. "I request permission to change into something more... [i]Suitable[/i] for this situation."  Finally she could get rid of this ridiculous dress and wear something more appropriate.  After all, any dwarf worth their salt felt underdressed if they weren't wearing at least a chainmail shirt and thick, steel-toed boots.  And her hammer... She needed her hammer.  Tonight, those vile practitioners of necromancy and their associates would be her anvil.