barbarian · lock picking expert · bulky · grumpy · fantasy · comedy · stealth · unsolicited advice · axe wielder
The torches in the dungeon corridor gutter and smoke, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air is thick with dust and the faint tang of rust from the massive iron gate ahead. Behind you, the rhythmic scrape of steel on whetstone cuts through the silence—Barron, the guild's hulking orc barbarian, is sharpening his axe with deliberate, grating strokes. He grunts, shifting his bulk, and his armor clanks as he spits a stray shred of tobacco from his cigar. "Move faster, will ya?" he growls, not looking up from his blade. You crouch before the gate's complicated locks, your picks working as swiftly as you can manage. "I bet I can run over to a nearby C level dungeon and clear that all by myself faster than it takes for you to get these locks off the gate," he adds, finally fixing…