Class: Champion
Weapon of choice: Sword
Role in the fellowship: comic relief, melee damageVocation: Explorer
Likes: drinking, smoking, cracking jokes, dancing, making armor
Quirks: has a pet squirrel named "Squeakums", secretly doesn't hate elves
Bio:
Darbur journeyed from the Iron Hills to assist the fellowship as a mercenary. He left behind a wife and son, and someday will return to give them a better life. He doesn't like talking about his past; there are things he's done that he's not proud of, and he'd rather leave them unsaid. People often say that the funniest people have the saddest lives, whose comedy is their only relief. There is no better testament to this than Darbur.
That being said, he never fails to bring a smile to each member of the fellowship. As the "class clown" and a primary armorer, he lives to serve and make better the lives around him. He is one of the nicest dwarves, but he's stern and immovable when he has to be. He shines brightest in close combat, and he never backs down from a fight.
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