Sea Troll's Kitchen

Dundren

Dundren is quite a large man, though his portly figure is laid on a clear foundation of thick muscle that speaks of his time at sea.  His left hand appears to be missing, but it doesn't seem to stop him from running the establishment.  His face bears the lines of a man who laughs quite a bit, and he looks middle-aged for a human.  His short dark brown hair is in a perpetual state of disarray, and a dirty apron is draped around his thick waist.

Dundren says, "Ah, the sea's a cruel mistress. But sometimes, ya know, I still can't shake the feelin' a just sittin up in the crow's nest watchin the stars and the world go by. Stuff life's made of, ya know?" He chuckles and holds up his left arm, which is missing a hand. "Maybe its all fer the better, that kraken coulda bit off me head next time!" With a rumbling laugh, he goes back to tending to his business.

The proprietor Dundren grins at you and asks, "Ya see that jawbone out front?" With another wide grin, he says, "I slain dat ugly ting. Ask anyone, bravest man onna ship I was." He makes a few slashing motions with his free hand and chuckles to himself.

Dundren leans on the counter and yawns, then picks up a piece of fried squid from one of the plates and pops it in his mouth. Noticing you glancing at him, he puts a finger to his lips and says, "Shhh!"