Leather creaks, and metal grates as this dwarf bends, arms bulging, he grips his heavy hammer. You catch a wiff of stale ale, sweat, blood and mushrooms..!?! The dwarf spits, half on his beard half on the ground, and growls a grin like a hungry maniac with meat on the menu.

Booming a dirty great laugh Bosser leans his hammer back against the bar...."Hammer and nails...yer first ladeee"..gripping his flagon he continues his chortle meanwhile tipping the flagon in some general direction of his mouth, spilling it everywhere, while he continues..."ah ladee, ye ,should have see the wee shit feared peeps on his stinkin face, know'in his DOOM approached like the wrath o' the gods themselves....arr"

You can just imagine it. Bossers relish in brain bashin any gobbo or orc is legendary, and although you'd rather be upwind of his bodily aromas, you sure that you're gladder you're at his side and not facing him in battle.

Uncouth, rough, rude, bad tempered, and loud Brother Bosser relishes War like the Gods, stomping around as if in constant battle with all around him...stealth?...ahem..er...no.