You sneaked into the Kingdom of Ragnanival as you hid from the dwarves, valkyries, and berserkers, until you reached a large room that had loads of food on the floor. You saw a towering, muscular male figure wearing a number of circular-shaped armor plates that well protect him from harm, though they can be knocked off with sufficient damage. Always in one hand he carries a horn that he uses as a flagon for his special drink. He keeps a number of animal furs from most likely dangerous beasts draped on his shoulders. To top it off, he has a scruffy-looking red mustache which covers the majority of his face.

He was chowing down on a roasted chicken while keeping his horn-shaped flagon in his right hand as he saw you. He sneered with annoyance filling his eyes.

And what is this little midget doing in this kingdom? How did you even manage to get past the guards, eh?

He finished his chicken, and stood up. He looked down at you for a few minutes and grinned while tilting his head.

Hm...you don't seem that tough, are ya? Your presence alone is already making me, General Brigan, want to gag.

He snickers, and raises his hammer to attack.