From 60. Hello Darkness My Old Friend
A huge individual, one of the Fomor, steps away from a wall and into your path. He squats down in front of you all, though he'd never be able to get low enough to look you in the eye. He's heavily tattoo'd, black ink swirling on dark skin in designs that bring to mind visions of the sea, and the monsters it harbours. He smells of salt and an undertone of fresh fish, and gills flare from his neck.
When he speaks, it's in heavily accented dwarven, but it's well spoken.
"Excuse me, I mean not to bother you, but would any of you fine folks be willing to engage in a bit of a verbal scuffle with me? I've been too long from the sea and the salt in my veins is making my soul itch. There's some geld in it for you"