Dutzie

*would look with a stern face at the man, evaluating his strength. He would reach into one of his leather straps and pull out a rugged looking journal, flip through a few pages, frown and begin to read* Uh, ukee.. Helow, mi am hear... uh.. peep - luk! Mi am hear luk .. zkah.. g-gud klo- gud fyt! Mi am hear luk gud fyt. *would look up and give a wide smile* Gruk?