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<blockquote data-quote="mistrlittlejeans" data-source="post: 5440824" data-attributes="member: 74605">Aurvang had been sullen and dour for most of the journey, at least until the evening fires were lit and the bottles were passed around.&nbsp; On more than one night the dwarf had won a drink by entertaining a peasants child with tales of cave trolls or night goblins, all true of course.&nbsp; However, the bottles and casks were emptied over a fortnight ago, and Aurvang had grown a mighty thirst.&nbsp; Upon hearing the wizard's mention of the fermented beverage, the burly dwarf's lip-whiskers twitched as if tickled by the frothy brew itself.&quot;Beer you say?&nbsp; It's about time, eh!&quot; he said, peering up at the Keep and the guards standing by the gate.&nbsp; &quot;Step aside Ferranatos.&nbsp; I'll take that,&quot; he quipped, grabbing Constance's bag out of the magic-users hands.&nbsp; He scurried toward the gate, his axe and hammer rattling against his mail and shield slung over his back.&nbsp; He was moving so quickly that he shouted to the guards in a huff.&nbsp; &quot;Name's Aurvang... of the Dwarven Host... I'm reporting to Captain Onar... just as soon as he buys me a drink.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="mistrlittlejeans, post: 5440824, member: 74605"] Aurvang had been sullen and dour for most of the journey, at least until the evening fires were lit and the bottles were passed around. On more than one night the dwarf had won a drink by entertaining a peasants child with tales of cave trolls or night goblins, all true of course. However, the bottles and casks were emptied over a fortnight ago, and Aurvang had grown a mighty thirst. Upon hearing the wizard's mention of the fermented beverage, the burly dwarf's lip-whiskers twitched as if tickled by the frothy brew itself. "Beer you say? It's about time, eh!" he said, peering up at the Keep and the guards standing by the gate. "Step aside Ferranatos. I'll take that," he quipped, grabbing Constance's bag out of the magic-users hands. He scurried toward the gate, his axe and hammer rattling against his mail and shield slung over his back. He was moving so quickly that he shouted to the guards in a huff. "Name's Aurvang... of the Dwarven Host... I'm reporting to Captain Onar... just as soon as he buys me a drink." [/QUOTE]

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