Grunkaeladin is a heavy set dwarf; wider than most, with every bit of him burly and contoured through the application of cakes and ale.
Son of Svardin Grandaxe (I have permission from him; Seb#3740 on discord for proof); with grand footsteps to follow - Grunkaeladin strives to amaze all with his magnificent beard that straddles his enormous girth.
He aims to roll over his scrawny competitors, and rise to the top - where he believes he rightly belongs; to freely pass on his girth to an endless throng of beardlings.
Having been relatively estranged from his father; deeming himself to be everything his father is and better, with recent time Grunkaeladin has headed home to seek out his father, and in the hopes of picking up the family name and to bring it the fame and glory it sorely needs.
Good with his hands, and endearingly headstrong - Grunkaeladin is eager to pick up the trade of his ancestors and put his skills to work, paving the way for greatness.
Though the work of his family is humble, the dark light of power grows within his belly, with cravings for upper class pleasures and the adoration that would accompany from his peers. Or at least that is how his future is pictured within his broad head.
Grunkaeladin looks upon the figure; sizing him up sideways - a means in which he ranks himself upon the fellow creatures of the realm. In his eyes out ranking this scrawny gent; he demands 'The Tavern Lad - The Ale Beckons, and I wish not to pass any m'ere words w' you from these lips, when precious ale could be passin t'other way'
After the figure gestures confused; Grunkaeladin rudely barges past - knocking the man aside with his width in passing.
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