Saurus Slowfoots

In the times when the ancient Khazad reigns were more memory than reality, Saurus SlowFoots was born. As many of his kin who were scatered all acros the Mahal's lands, he was wandering for adventure, experience and ale! Curious as he was, often would stagger onto dusty lands of Mordor, slaying all on his path, making alliances with other mercenaries and gold-slayers. Didnt think much of future in that age but slowly words from the Mountain carved in his mind. Words of Moria and burried treasures lit his heart and fists on fire, even his feet! But with age certain discipline comes and thus Saurus gave the Oath, the one every Khazad dreams of, Oath of retaking what should be retaken, of glory that shall be renewed and best damn ale that Mahal himself blessed upon ancient times! And here he stands still, slow on Feet, fast on fists and sharp on keg!

You wont see him at first, you wont hear him at all.... but watch your back!