| Thrindar the wizard has no trouble catching eyes, as an adventuring dwarf wearing anything other than an inch thick layer of metal over his body is a rare sight. A nearby man shoeing a horse halts his work for a moment to appraise the the stranger. "We have no need of mayors here, all of us work for a living. If you really want to 'Rid us of our troubles', you'll kill that blasted ogre and his pet kobolds living in the mountains herebouts." The man glances doubtfully at Toby before staring openly back at Thrindar. | 
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