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Dame Morrogrim sets her glass down, snatches up her deck of cards and brushes the crumbs off the table while smoothing out the purple table cloth. She drops her gaze at Heinrich and begins to skillfully shuffle the cards. She places three cards face up in front of her, pausing at each to...

Init: 1d20+1=19

Dame Morrogrim ignores the attack on her food by the new guests. She intently observes map created in smoke and then shifts her attention to Heinrich. She silently watches him over her glass, her hazel eyes dancing with specks of gold in the candlelight, as she sips wine.

Thuk cracks a half smile and attempts to snatch and pocket the figurine. He then turns around and resumes his ready stance with two hands on his greatsword.

"Hmmm...a gem." Thuk says as he looks around the alcove for anything that might be dangerous or a trap. Perception: 1d20+0=4

"I have already made it abundantly clear that there is a standing invitation for anyone that would like a seat at my table, Tigras." Dame Morrogrim states, as she lays out three cards face down in front of her. "If you wan't to reiterate the courtesy, that is your business, but I am not at this...

Thuk sticks his head over Garadh's shoulder and peers at the figurine. Do I see anything with my darkvision?

Dame Morrogrim smiles and occasionally chuckles at the gnome's performance. She sits primly with her hands crossed over her deck of cards while she watches the show. At the end of the show, she politely and graciously applauds with the crowd. Holy smokes! Where did you guys come from? I...

“Welcome back from the wilds, Tirgas the now-not-so-much hermit. I am the Dame Morrogrim and this is my friend Lyrra, a fine Paladin from the Landondel Baronies, but she can tell you about herself.” She says with a gesture towards the Hafling. “And, apparently, you seemed to have piqued enough...

"Fine, another plate, please!" Dame Morrogrim ordered to the near by barmaid who brought the dwarf's drink. "And sit Master Dwarf! Tell us who you are and what brings you out of the woods!"

"And do tell us what kept you from civilization for so long, Master Dwarf?" Dame Morrogrim asks while sipping her wine.

OOC: Oh, thanks! I am using a white, so it looks fine on my side. I will adjust it and make it darker background friendly.

Dame Morrogrim cocks her head slightly to the side and narrows her eyes as she stares at Lyrra. Her lips purse tightly. Suddenly, she throws her head back with a peal of laughter, covering her mouth with her hand just as the laughter turns into a slight cackle. "Oh dear, I think you are a bit...

"If you think the girl's eyes are better then mine, then let her take the lead." Thuk responds.

Dame Morrogrim’s eyes mist over slightly as her thoughts drift back to her home and mother. She looks deeply into the glass of burgundy wine as she reminisces. “As I said, my mother was an accomplished healer. She taught me her profession well, but I did not have her patience. I spent my time...

Thanks, Scott. I will get over there and read the intro posts.

"We're wasting time and the tides not going to wait for us. Let's move on." Thuk says taking a few cautionary steps down the stairs with his sword at the ready and stopping to listen for any movement. He waits while the others catch up before proceeding further down the stairwell. Perception...