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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rhun" data-source="post: 4519141" data-attributes="member: 29098">[sblock=Inside Ghelve's Locks]The powerfully built dwarf at the counter growls low in his throat, and takes a deep pull off of his elaborately crafted meerschaum pipe. He blows the fragrant smoke out into the air, and glares up at the tall gnome locksmith with a single, icy-blue eye. His voice is coarse, and his tone abrupt as he continues to question the shopkeeper. "What about somethin' else then, Keygan? Do you keep some sort of master key for your locks? Two of my friends are missing, and I am..." The dwarf takes his time to enunciate his next words very slowly for the locksmith "extremely determined to find them."The dwarf looks dour and grim, dressed in travel-stained leathers over a chainmail shirt. Even from a distance of a few feet, the scent of rich earth and cheap beer can be smelled over the tobacco he smokes. His pack and shield rest against the counter, and a dwarven waraxe is slung across his back...Baelor:<a href="http://imageshack.us" target="_blank"><img src="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/2492/baelarbadaxesmallrx3.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a>[/sblock]</blockquote>