It growls possessively when the party goes item shopping and purrs appreciatively after being fed… I’ll spare you the details of its diet.
The name is Orik Flamebeard, I am a Dwarven Blacksmith. I create all forms of magic items, weapons, and armors; anything you can think of I got it. Let’s see what spark of creativity Moradin has blessed me with today.
There’s no better feeling than getting a natural twenty in the last combat of the day, as you’re about to fight the big bad evil of the campaign… unless, of course, you get that nat20 on your initiative.