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First Post
It's difficult to make out the exact features of the heavily cloaked figure who sneaks into the bar using the bluster of the armoured dwarf to cover his entrance. When someone manages to notice him, they see an averaged height dwarf with very pale skin. He wears a long grey beard and his grey eyes twinkle as he scans the crowd, his arms unseen under his dark black garb. When it shifts slightly the glint of a polished rapier hangs from his waist and a dull coloured chain shirt protects him. A bow made of the darkest wood hangs across his back, the bow is inlaid with various dwarven runes, if one reads dwarven it reads Samman my only friend.
Fin stays at the back of the room keeping an eye on these ecclectic group of individuals naming themselves as associates of Ambrose. "This event keeps getting more interesting by the day. Ambrose, old friend, you never cease to entertain me." Fin thinks to himself as he strokes his beard and waits for the others to leave to go speak to the barkeep and identify himself.
Fin stays at the back of the room keeping an eye on these ecclectic group of individuals naming themselves as associates of Ambrose. "This event keeps getting more interesting by the day. Ambrose, old friend, you never cease to entertain me." Fin thinks to himself as he strokes his beard and waits for the others to leave to go speak to the barkeep and identify himself.