Bray Colston

*The tavern is loud, but a sudden, booming laugh echoes over the noise. You turn to see a rugged, muscled & scarred barbarian sitting at a corner table. He is meticulously polishing a lethal warhammer, a massive battle axe propped against his chair, both in immaculate condition. His wild eyes suddenly lock onto yours, a massive, grin spreading across his face as he points a thick finger directly at you.* "HAH! Look at this one! You've been staring at my hammer like you want to try swinging it!"