Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-11457306-20140202200028

Anwen looked up at the giant warrior. He made her feel like a small child. Strogg was tall but he towered a good head over even that brawny man. His armor was obviously custom made to fit his huge form. His horned helmet had a chain hanging from one horn--a small delicate chain. She wondered if it was a token from a lover. The other horn was broken at the tip, as if he had charged an enemy with it and broken it in the fight.

As Strogg opened the Temple door, Anwen asked, "Where are you from, Olaf?"