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Bannock shrugs. "If you say so. I'm still sure I could get it open with a few more tries though. Far be it from me to take away all your hard work though!" Loosening up the vices, he puts the tools away and sits on the stack of doors, obviously bored.

Bannock looks over the case, dissatisfied. "Hrm. I didn't hit it as cleanly as I could have. Shall we try again?"

Bannock nods and grins, "Thanks, friend. Don't worry, I only miss half the time!" He shrugs off Kirio. "Oy, get out of the way!" He swings the mallot with two hands in a windmill motion with his arms at full length, moving all the way around in a slow circle a couple of times before...

Bannock can't help himself any longer. "By the gods, it's just a wee case! How hard can this possibly be?" He does a circuit around the room, assembling a small collection of tools - vices, chisels, wedges, a hammer, and a mallet - and sets them on a work bench. Then he grabs the case, sets...

Bannock is rather cowed by the motherly imperiousness oozing from Shealis' very pores. He stands dumbstruck, for once.

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Bannock sits at the table, wordlessly gobbling the cheese and bread, having not eaten since breakfast. These wizards ate well! He could get used to a place like this. "Mmph... pathh... mrph... the wine!" He'd been quietly listening to Diogenes speak, unsure of his trustworthiness. His gut...

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Bannock listens to Torrent and Larion and furrows his brow. Spies and agents and negotiation were never part of his fantasies of adventure. "Wait just a minute, you want to let Larry here go free, but also confront this Shiela woman? How will we possibly find her, if she's such a smart spy?"...

Bannock's mind races, confused. He passionately wants to do something to avenge the injustice thrust upon the city. He takes a step at Alric, "You... I should... Grahh!" He stops, thinks of their situation, thinks of his father, wondering if he made it back to the city, and if he is even...

Bannock stands at the balcony for a long moment, transfixed by the sight of battle. He cheers for his countrymen and silently wishes he was there, winning glory for his home. Suddenly, impulsed, he turns to Alric, "You! The Elf said you are one of them! Look at what your people do! If these...

Except for some brief interactions with a few Elvish wayfarers in Gate Pass, Bannock's conception of Elves as a race has, until this point in his life, been formed mostly by half-heard rumours, drunken hearsay, military propaganda about Shahalesti, and the prejudice of his father. This is the...

"You little bastard!" Bannock is impulsively enraged at the trickery and, with little forethought, runs up the stairs as fast as he can manage, brings the point of his glaive up towards the elf's neck, and peering savagely in the flickering light at the small man, actually growls at him. "Put...

Shakedown! Already feeling slightly claustrophopic and impatient, this is all Bannock needed to hear. Marching forward wordlessly but with a scowl, he attempts to grab the little gnome, or elf, or whatever he is, and trap him in a headlock. "Ok, Riverface, we won't be going anywhere!" Greg...

"I feel like a mole in this place. Let's just find this Rivendye Beaverchase lad and leave the darkness to the dwarves."

Bannock, happy at their achievements in the past few minutes and still grinning despite the destruction around them, clears his throat after Arnir's red-faced rant. "Two women. Bet they'll sleep warm tonight, too. Ok! Let's go kill dragons and such."

Bannock gives Alric a friendly whack on the back. "Not so bad, was it?" he says with a wild grin.

Bannock remained with Torrent and Hrimr to lend his strength to aiding the woman. He has grabbed hold of the blanket, but also looks up at the facade of the burning building to determine if he could climb up the side and pull the woman out the window if need be.

"For mercy's sake, man! She was a dying innocent lass. These are my people. This is why we're supposed to be doin' this. To help them. I don't know why you fight, Elf, but if we don't even care to save a poor man and his family from those Rag-heads raining fire on us, then there's no way I'll be...

Bannock moves to where he had dropped his pack when the fighting began and retrieves it, already filled with the provisions he had collected from the chest. He starts to walk out of the building, hesitates for a moment or two, and then goes back to the chest and slings an additional bedroll and...