The hammerer arrived today. And as the standard procedure goes, I ordered his hammer dumped. And then I went to look just who he is.
Solon Vabôkvunom, Solon Orblongs in the Common Language, likes Basalt, Blackmetal, Aventurine, the colour carmine, elven corpses, gauntlets, rings and ballista parts. He absolutely detests bats. He can handle stress. He is very friendly. He is relaxed. He appreciates art and natural beauty. He is open-minded to new ideas. He is candid and sincere in dealings with others. He often does the first thing that comes to mind. He needs alcohol to get through the working day. He doesn't really care about anything anymore.
Nothing peculiar, but his awesomeness level certainly went through the roof with the bolded parts. The first is quite obvious why. The second, well, I can just imagine:
Solon Vabôkvunom: "Hey, Urist! How's it going? Everything going all right?"
Urist McPoorsodwhodoesntseeitcoming: "Yeah, all's good here. My wife's pregnant again, but I haven't seen her in a year."
Solon: "Haha, yeah. That's how things go. How's your health? All that hauling you do must have some bad effects, I mean what's that you're carrying?"
Urist: "It's a Cinnabar mug. It menaces with spikes of Lead."
Solon: "Wow, sounds toxic."
Urist: "Yeah, I guess it kind of is. Say, I've heard the Queen is discontent?"
Solon: "Yup. She ordered some Marble items. apparently, they didn't make it."
Urist: "Wow, so there's going to be a punishment then."
Solon: "Yup. I'm ordered to give the poor sod 10 hits with my hammer."
Urist: "Oooh, I hate to be the guy on the receiving end of that."
Solon: "Yeah, about that..."
Urist McPoorsodwhodoesntseeitcoming has been struck down.