The dwarf Mialgru is currently in the shape of bursts laughing from his brothers comment. Then suddenly getting hiccups from the great amount of ale he was swallowing at the same time
Did you see their faces? Just for a second! It was hillarious! He almost yells in draconic. The voice sounding weird coming from his great dwarven lungs.
I did search for some word *hiccup* in common to rhyme with Mialgru, and make it into a much longer poem. When people see my abilities *hiccup*, they always believe I am some great druid of old. I have come to find that fact very amazing, however untrue it is. He says smilingly in draconic. Still chuckling and hiccuping from his former outburst of laughter.
Anyway, he continues in common, now almost done with his laughter.My name is Mialgru, and I can change my shape. However useful that might seem, it is a rather limited ability, I'm fairly adequate with most weapons, and I know a lot about living of the land. That's about it.