The Sirantil Valley was a beautiful site. True, to any old dwarf it wasn't much to look at, but to Josef it was plenty amazing. He never saw this much green outside the Commonwealth back at the motherland, but even those humans never managed to achieve this level, with constant raids from the beastly spawns.
The dwarf was traveling towards the city dubbed Reajh, accompanied by a female Major by the name of Hakon Killandre. The dwarf was on foot while the Major was on her horse.
The dwarf was just telling the young(by compare to dwarves) human about a time he and some humans tracked down minotaur and slew it.
"....and the drakk charged us, I aimed for it's eyes and with one bolt was able to blind the beast. It crashed into a tree, and then the umgris charged! The Captain, ha, you should of seen him! The other manlings were trying to hack it from all sides, but this barakaz jumped onto the minotaur's back, grabbed onto it's horns. The beast got up and tried to shake him off, but ohhh, was he a stubborn manling. The monster tried to slam him into a tree, but the manling jumped clear in time, and the beast got it's horn stuck into the tree! THe thing tried to hack it down with it's axe, but before the beast could do anything else, the other manlings with the halberds hacked off the beast's head!" the dwarf was laughing quite loudly.
"Oh, and that was only one of the smaller drakks I've seen, hehe." the dwarf chuckled to himself as he continued on, his crossbow on his shoulder.
"What about you umgri? What foul beasts have you've slain?"