[h2]Kragg Stonefist[/h2]

Kragg was on his third full plate of  mushrooms, wedges of cheese, and slabs roasted meats when his comrade Beorthric arrived at the table with a whole bunch of pints of booze onto the table. "Beorthric! Just in time, I was feeling a tad bit sober from eating all this food!" He welcomed the beer toting dwarf warmly as he, just as warmly, cradled a pint and downed it in three mighty gulps. "Ahh...so much better." Kragg said before taking his attention back to his meal and devouring it with renewed gusto. Even at the third full plate, his gut still had room for a half dozen pints and two more plates of food. But what caused pause in the bottomless pit of a dwarf's meal was that the notification that the table of Orebreakers were slandering them. "Them's fighting words from beardlings that can barely carry their own weight in gold. Ancestors, frown upon me if I let this stand. Beorthric, You have my help in this matter." With that, Kragg stands up from his seat on the table and prepares to show the table of Orebreaker dwarves why he was known as the Bull of Clan Stonefist.