Encounter: “hiya fellas! Say, you reckon a first-level fighter could hook up wit your team to get a coupla good ol’ XP? Don’t worry, I can handle myself. Any gobbelins come up I’ll give em a taste o’ dis!” (waggles hammer menacingly) “or what are those other guys? Drows or something? Dark Elves, or I guess that ain’t politically correct no more. Boy I tell ya. I ain’t racist or nothing, but…”
Encounter: RazorFist, a highly-specialized fighter that, despite appearances, is not looking for a fight, but rather he simply needs a hand getting his leotard off