Rasereit grins widely. "Ah'm not much fer movin' people wit' me stories, but Ah'll give it a go. Let's see... where should Ah start... Alrigh'."BigB said:"A round of Dwarven Ale please for it seems fitting for a tale of dwarven weapons and deeds."
"If you mean me - and of course you do, I'm the obvious choice to tell a tale or three - it's KELDAR, KEL-DAR" says Keldar Warbray, raising his voice and speaking slowly, as though to a simpleton. "I have a story. I've taken the liberty of casting it in verse. You might want to get out your kerchiefs. It is both inspiring and tragic." He takes a deep breath, and stands with one foot on his chair, and flings his arms out. His hidden daggers go flying from his sleeves. Fortunately they do not hit anyone. "Ah. I had forgotten those were there," he says. "If someone would be so good as to retrieve them for me, I shall begin. Troi! TROI! Don't give away the ending." With that, he clears his throat, and begins to sing the most incredible, in every sense, tale anyone present has ever heard.Voda Vosa said:"I'm not quite experienced as master dwarf here, so my story repertoair (if that's english) is somehow mediocre. May be our extraordinair adventurer here, Kestrel it was? wants to tell us of his great deeds." sugests the druid, playing with his snake, who was coiling around his neck and torso.