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Droggle ponders this for a moment. "Well I for one have consumed most of my trail rations on thie way to this council, and I would need to buy more. What is your guess master Wizard for how long we will be on the road to our destination?"

OOC good luck with that one, if anything, I would put money on Hasin pulling the rest of us to a less good alignment

Droggle listens to the group introduce themselves, he knows most already but he clears his throat. "I am Droggle, from the coldfist Jewling clan. But my fingers were not ment to cut gems. And I am here because this threat is to be shared by all of us, not just Wizards." Droggle looks at...

Droggle moves up to the group. Already clad in his armor, and his pick in his hands, he knows this is perhaps not neccisary, but he is eager to get moving. All this talk in the council seems to have bored him. Sure talk of lich dragons and the end of the world was exciting at first, but...

aye Cousin ... I would go with this group .. besides, I need to keep an eye on you.

Droggle rouses himself from a slumber on the bench he until recently shared with his cousin Hasin. All this talk about shards, and dragons, and liches and the end of the world, was fascinating at first, but Droggle has no experiences, education, or intelligence to offer in the planning, and...

Droggle pushes through the crowd gathered and makes his way to his cousin Hasin sitting on a bench near the back. He sits down next to him and looks around. "I feel like I am in church cousin. I hope the conversation here proves more interesting."

Droggle looks sleepily through almost shut eyelids at his cousin, wondering if he should have just stayed at the inn and waited for an adventure that would offer him a warm bed every night. He contemplated this for just a moment before turning his attentions back to his daydreams of stout...

Droggle looks over at his cousin looks like a fine set of armor to go wrestlin' in

Droggle retrieves his pack as well, and while the other adventures are busy bustling about, he sits alone at a table, inspecting his armor, making sure everything is in place. and he tests the edges and points on his weapons as well. confident everything is in order he waits ready to go.

Droggle turns to Hasin you are better off without that tempermental donkey anyway cousin. he ate far more than he should, and bites everyone who gets near. I hope they make a fine meal out of him before we get back. Im sure the house would appreciate a good stew

Droggle looks over at Hasin well unless that smelly donkey of yours can carry us both, I think I may need to ride with the other group cousin

Droggle starts to sober up as he moves about some, he really donest have much need to get things togeather, all his gear is at his room in the inn neatly packed up and ready to go at a mometns notice .

Droggle listens to the hushed wispers and sometimes paniced voices of some partygoers. He is not sure he believes all the doom and gloom prophecies, but he may need an excuse to get out of town for a while, so he steps forward to volunteer with the rest

Droggle laughs at that. Well as long as you got me the gold .. thats the important part.

Droggle finds his way back to the party, his clothes a bit more disheveled than usual, but not so much that anyone would notice. the dwarf alwasy has a bit of a shabby appearance. He makes his way to a table near a rear exit, and keeps his back to the wall.

I sure hope so cousin, though after this incident, I hope we find adventure that takes us from the city soon

Droggle heads back to the party as well, with a sigh as he looks at the hole he put in the door with his pick. His career as a fighter is not off to a stelar beginning

Droggle attacks guard number 3 who is running for the door, but the door seems to block his strike and his pick misses the man entirely. Droggle curses his luck as he plucks the pick from the door frame attack roll on guard #3, critical miss

initiative roll (5) Droggle watches his ranger friend, and clutches his pick tighter as he waits to act