Perched atop a rocky outcrop, Grund surveys the village below, his thick reptilian tail coiled behind him for balance. His golden, slitted eyes scan the horizon, nostrils flaring as he scents the air for danger. His warhammers rest on his broad, armored shoulders, their steel heads still stained from the last battle. He may not be human, but he has sworn to protect these people—his people—against any who would bring them harm.
