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Message: <blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 1243192" data-attributes="member: 1255">Shifting through the Mountain's unconscious form, Froud spied the ceremonial hammer, hung on a belt next to a coin pouch.  It seemed particularly beautiful now, the ancient dwarven runes carved into its surface reflecting silvery light in the quiet gloom.  Stowing his spanner in his overalls for the time being, the gnomish mechanist gingerly slid out the hammer, then placed it into his backpack.Forge pulls himself shakily to his feet, and gives the bar a once over.  The battle had obviously become the center of attention, as all the other patrons are staring at them silently.  More from curiosity than for any menacing aspect, as far as Forge could tell.  A few nodded at him approvingly; it was quite honourable in dwarven society to defeat a superior or larger foe, so Forge and his companions were gaining prestige on two counts.With a quick glance at Yara, Miriah could see the barmaid's chest rise and fall rhythmically - she was still breathing, though barely.  A cursory glance at the dwarves similarly showed that none of them had died due to their injuries, even if some might be close.</blockquote>