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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Greenmtn" data-source="post: 7046842" data-attributes="member: 6855102">Zivar sees the weapons, looks around at the others, most of them bigger and stronger than him, and goes pale, his hands visibly shaking with the realization that he might not leave here alive.He thinks back to home and the might dwarves that guard the caravans coming into the village as he eyes a large battle axe. He walks over to it and touches the handle, as he starts to lift and feel the heft he thinks twice about his ability to swing this thing without falling over.He looks at Jordy and his wand wondering what it would be like to know magic, wondering if learning it would mean that he had made something of himself...He walks over and looks at the wands. He looks them over and catches the old dwarf with the cane out of the corner of his eye. The image of him knocking out the Goliaths tooth replaying in his mind. Zivar sighs "Well at least if I can't figure out magic, I will have a club." and he picks up an appropriate length staff/quarterstaff</blockquote>