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Fulgrim Ironforge, L1 Barbarian
Fulgrim clambered down from the wagon, dusty and dirty from many days on the road, the sounds of the city greeting him, momentarily giving him pause as he struggled to get used to the sights and sounds. With a shiver of the shoulders he took a step forward and gave nod to one of the caravan guards "Pleasure ridin' with ye! Shame we din't get to bust some more 'eads along the way!"
The guards nod, smiling and shaking their heads at the shaved headed dwarf who is already setting off into the city looking for this Dunn Wright Inn he had heard about. With a bulging pack and great axe bouncing at his back the dwarf spends a fair amount of time tracking down this Inn, too stubborn to ask for help as he finds himself in The Gulls, the salty breeze blowing in from the sea giving an unsmelled scent to the air.
Finally Fulgrim finds hanging placard of the Dunn Wright Inn, the noise of a heavily frequented establishment as the sounds spill out of front door. With no hesitation he gives a heavy tug on the front door and steps boldly inside, his brown eyes quickly scanning the room before making his way to the crowded bar.
Leading with his shoulder, he pushes his way up, people seeming to brush off him and his short, but stout frame. Reaching the bar, he motions to the appealing woman tending to the bar. "Bring me the best ye got missus. None of dat watered down stuff fer me, the road has been long.
As he waits for his drink, his own empty tankard hanging from a loop on his belt pouch he scans the room taking in the patrons. Seeing a diverse clientele he absently plays with several beads carefully braided into his beard, the lighting of the common room glaring off his cleanly shorn head. His bulbous nose prominent on his face, his brown eyes reveal little of this dwarf.
The sound of the mug touching the bar in front of him turns Fulgrim's attention back to the bar. "Thank ye missus." he replies. "I got some... he begins, but she has already rushed off to server other patrons as he lets out an exasperated harumph at being cut short.
Taking a healthy swig of the foam topped ale Fulgrim put it back down scowling slightly, then shrugs, glances around the room and takes another swig muttering something under his breath.
Fulgrim clambered down from the wagon, dusty and dirty from many days on the road, the sounds of the city greeting him, momentarily giving him pause as he struggled to get used to the sights and sounds. With a shiver of the shoulders he took a step forward and gave nod to one of the caravan guards "Pleasure ridin' with ye! Shame we din't get to bust some more 'eads along the way!"
The guards nod, smiling and shaking their heads at the shaved headed dwarf who is already setting off into the city looking for this Dunn Wright Inn he had heard about. With a bulging pack and great axe bouncing at his back the dwarf spends a fair amount of time tracking down this Inn, too stubborn to ask for help as he finds himself in The Gulls, the salty breeze blowing in from the sea giving an unsmelled scent to the air.
Finally Fulgrim finds hanging placard of the Dunn Wright Inn, the noise of a heavily frequented establishment as the sounds spill out of front door. With no hesitation he gives a heavy tug on the front door and steps boldly inside, his brown eyes quickly scanning the room before making his way to the crowded bar.
Leading with his shoulder, he pushes his way up, people seeming to brush off him and his short, but stout frame. Reaching the bar, he motions to the appealing woman tending to the bar. "Bring me the best ye got missus. None of dat watered down stuff fer me, the road has been long.
As he waits for his drink, his own empty tankard hanging from a loop on his belt pouch he scans the room taking in the patrons. Seeing a diverse clientele he absently plays with several beads carefully braided into his beard, the lighting of the common room glaring off his cleanly shorn head. His bulbous nose prominent on his face, his brown eyes reveal little of this dwarf.
The sound of the mug touching the bar in front of him turns Fulgrim's attention back to the bar. "Thank ye missus." he replies. "I got some... he begins, but she has already rushed off to server other patrons as he lets out an exasperated harumph at being cut short.
Taking a healthy swig of the foam topped ale Fulgrim put it back down scowling slightly, then shrugs, glances around the room and takes another swig muttering something under his breath.