Urist Wyrdsson. Some say it was destiny that he came here. His father was a daggersmith, Urist "McDaggerwolf." Some say he's a bit dull for a dagger, but never to his face.

On a normal day, this barrel-bellied lad couldn't catch a lame tortoise, never mind run across a field. What makes him so fit to be a runner? Well, give him a keg of Bugman's Booze, a tug on the beard, and watch him make a cheetah look like a sloth.

The polar opposite of Uzvar. This fellow is fairly slim, well, for a dwarf anyway. Some make fun of him, some say his beard is too small, some walk away while he runs away.

If trolls weren't so dumb, they'd probably run away from Stonarr. It was once said he used his beard to strangle a bile troll. Nobody believed him...until he did it again.

Some say he's been drinking ever since he was born. Normal for him is three sheets in the wind. You don't want to meet him when he's sober...or when he's really drunk.

This mountain of a man could chew coal and spit out a diamond. By now, the grudges have entrenched in his mind. He may have forgotten his deeds and valour, but it is the transgressions that a dwarf never forgets.

A few thought a female dwarf might be a tad odd. She is the only one on the team without a beard! Well, that's what you might say if you were looking from far away.

A brazen warrior who has a plan to axe everyone he meets. With every grudge, he adds an extra bead to his beard. There's still a little room left...