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"Right, I'll drive then," Daunte cheerily informs everyone as he returns from the armory, toting two plain black backpacks. Hefting the packs into the back, he pulled open the door scooted into the driver's seat. He adjusts the seat back to give his feet some room, and messes with the...

Relief fills Pahl's cerulean eyes as he reverently takes the hammer from Froud. "Thank you," he says, seeming suddenly smaller and less intimidating than the second before. "Clan Stout owes you all a a great debt. Perhaps I was hasty, you do deserve more than we've offered, but alas, this is...

Pahl sighs, stroking his short blonde beard. "I sympathize with your troubles, brother, truly I do. But I believe I was quite clear on the matter, when we first discussed it. The Mountain held the hammer and claimed he would only relinquish it if one could best him in a duel. As you all no...

Daunte shrugs good-naturedly. "That's bureaucracy for you," he comiserated. He nods in greeting to the new arrivals. In response to Caleb's question, he answers, "That would be Californian Werebears."

~Gemcutter Inn, the Undercity Miriah's eyes followed the straight-edge contours of the room. It was, as she was coming to discern, a typical of Dwarven architecture. The walls were hewn from great granite bricks, each taller than a man and covered with various carvings of animals and dwarves...

Daunte turns to the newcomer, smiling softly, and gives her a greeting that seems halfway between a salute and a wave. "I'm Daunte. Daunte Spinks. As for how they dragged us into this, that's one heck of a story. Involves a lonely rest stop and a malevolent winter wolf demon. How 'bout you?"

~Gemcutter Inn, the Undericty The two dwarves exchanged baffled glances, but Pahl was relatively quick to recover, addressing Froud with just a hint of desperation in his voice. "I see. And if we were to offer you half again as much in payment, would that be satisfactory? I'm sure this is...

OoC: I'm enjoying this game and Daunte, so I'd love to keep moving it forward. And we haven't even gotten a chance to use our new abilities/talents/skills! ;) You'll probably need to recruit a few more players if you think three is too few. Me, I'm easy, I'll go with the flow.

~Gemcutter Inn, the Undercity Krull shook his head dismissively at Miriah, tugging at his braided beard. "It was nothing. I know you intended no offence. It is just hard for me to hear of our heirloom talked about in such an off-handed way. Yes, we are Stout, and our clan did fight in the...

Krull's frown is almost imperceptible - his lips become just a little tighter, his eyes a little harder. He indicates the hammer still in the gnome's hands. "This is not a thing," he states hotly. "It is the symbol of the struggles we dwarves went through in the war against the orcs, of the...

OOC: And I'm still here, too. Sorry to hear about your holidays, Argent. Hopefully the New Year will treat you better!

~Gemcutter Inn, the Undercity Pahl's companion grinned at Miriah's wonderment. "They are fine gems, are they not?" he asks her softly, quiet pride in his voice. "They come from my clan's mines. I picked them out myself." After a slight pause, he adds, "I am Krull, son of Gam," by way of...

~Gemcutter Inn, the Undercity "Oh! A row!" Pahl's eyes go wide with surprise. "It was quite a bit of trouble after all, then? Sorry to be the root of it all, didn't mean it at all. Seems that you have earned this reward then, huh?" He looks to his right and nods at his companion, who...

Daunte stood, still examining the folder in his hands. "I guess I've got no more questions and I'm just holding up the rest of the group," he replies, grinning sheepishly. "Pepper spray and tranqs will be much appreciated." OOC: Sorry I've been incommunicado this past while, I've been really...

~Gemcutter Inn, the Undercity Recalling the events of the last evening, Froud makes his way into the inn, Miriah meekly following behind. The pair find themselves in an arched lobby, fancy large bas-reliefs showing off the skilled masonry of its builders. Enquiring at the desk, they are soon...

Daunte shrugs, clearly not interested in arguing over it. "It was just a thought." He turns back to Davies. "Will tranquilizers slow these things down? If so, I'd like to requisition some. How about silver bullets, and any other anti-lycanthrope gear? If we can go into this situation as...

~ The Undercity Froud lead Miriah down large stone stairs that descended into the Undercity, where the subterranean denizens of Arcosia spent much of their lives. Again, Miriah had to quickly adjust to the clausterphobic atmosphere and the encroaching dimness that was only held back by the row...

"Yeah, we're going to be asking questions about werebears in California. If I didn't know what I know now, I would just back away slowly from anyone who started asking stuff like that." The young law student shrugs. "But we can do this either way. Hey, I'm flexible."

"Alright..." Daunte says slowly, a pensive expression on his face. "Do we have a cover for investigating these bear maulings or are we just supposed to improvise? Fake IDs, costumes and the like will go a long way to convincing people to talk with us, after all. I mean it's fraud, but we have...

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