| Korbryn downs a glass of wine in one quaff, a look of disappointment on his face. It surely didn't compare to the fine dwarven spirits he was used to drinking. The finery as well, was distasteful to him. Not the residence of a warrior, to be sure.
Stroking his long, blonde, braided beard with a callused hand, the armored dwarf turns his scarred face to give each of you an appraising look, as if sizing you up. At Edirion's introduction, he offers a curt nod.
"Greetings to yerself, elf." Pointing at the scars upon his face, the dwarf smiles. "Looks like we have something in common." | 
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