Dwarf, Axe Thrower, Shield Bearer

As the boat limped into Wildcross Harbor, Malthrum and his cousin Kudrin sighed with relief.
 
"Bloody boats, I'll be happy to plant my feet on dry land, again." Malthrum said and Kudrin nodded. "And maybe here we can be safe." Kudrin added under her breath hoping Mal didn't hear.
 
Both of them turned back to watch the approaching city and their new life, as the harrowing race to flee their clanhome flashed before their eyes again. The flames, the goblins pouring from the tunnels and overwhelming the warriors.
 
As they pulled into the dock, Malthrum checked his armor and weapons. Not here. Here in Wildcross they could forge their own destiny, and make a foothold for any other refugees of the Truebloods. Time to get to work.