Argent Silvermage
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Forge smiles broadly and says I'm Ozgrymm of the Runemaker clan. Well met cousin. I was wondering about the fine hammer you have. He takes another swig from his mug and awaits a responce from the other Dwarf.
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~ Forge
The Fellstone dwarf eyes Forge suspiciously, his face scrunched in a massive scowl. His eyes move to the hammer at the belt of the massive dwarf, who is too busy drinking beers carrying on with his other companions to notice the newcomer. "What's it to you? It's the Mountain's hammer, and that's all you need to know, Runemaker!"
~Froud
The bartender frowns. "Yer a little too wet behind the ears to do anything but apprenticeship," he decides dissmissively. "What's yer specialty? Who'd you study under? Where're you from?"
'Aray' decides discretion is the better part of valour and sips her ale silently, eyes straining in the dim light to make out her surroundings.
The Fellstone dwarf eyes Forge suspiciously, his face scrunched in a massive scowl. His eyes move to the hammer at the belt of the massive dwarf, who is too busy drinking beers carrying on with his other companions to notice the newcomer. "What's it to you? It's the Mountain's hammer, and that's all you need to know, Runemaker!"
~Froud
The bartender frowns. "Yer a little too wet behind the ears to do anything but apprenticeship," he decides dissmissively. "What's yer specialty? Who'd you study under? Where're you from?"
'Aray' decides discretion is the better part of valour and sips her ale silently, eyes straining in the dim light to make out her surroundings.
Argent Silvermage
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Forge gets a paniced look on his face and trys to remain calm, I ment no offence cousin. The workmanship on it is a wonder and the gems are the finest I've seen. I was just remarking that it is a great thing to behold and wanted to know more about it. Forge calms as he says this thinking Froud will not wake up at the end of this night. I'm going to turn to stone I'm so scared. Forge continues, Can I buy you a round on my clan?
~ Forge
The Fellstone dwarf visibly relaxes a bit, raising a black bushy eyebrow at "Ozgrymm's" offer. His mouth breaks into a grin punctuated with gold teeth. "Well, never could turn down a free drink." He turns to his companions. "Hey boys, this poofy here's buyin' rounds for us all!"
The gang turns from their gallivanting, and gives Forge a hearty cheer. All except the impossibly large one. He just gazes at the dwarven wizard with a baleful eye. Then Forge loses sight of him as the gang of dwarves - at least half a dozen of them - surge toward the bar.
~ Froud
The bartender shakes his head, as if unbelieving. "I might've heard of some work. An acquaintance of mine lost a few of his gnome workers yesterday. Been a rash of murders in the city lately, and a gnome was one of the targets. So a bunch of 'em packed up and left. Babies, the lot of them! The murderer was even caught, I hear." He pauses to push a braid over his shoulder and spit on the ground. "Good riddance, I say. Anyhow. You want work, you show up at the docks tomorrow morning. Look for Nomel Poddlestom. Strange fellow, lives on a big red boat called the Scarlet Hog. It's unnatural I tell you, but he pays well from what I hear and it's good honest work."
The Fellstone dwarf visibly relaxes a bit, raising a black bushy eyebrow at "Ozgrymm's" offer. His mouth breaks into a grin punctuated with gold teeth. "Well, never could turn down a free drink." He turns to his companions. "Hey boys, this poofy here's buyin' rounds for us all!"
The gang turns from their gallivanting, and gives Forge a hearty cheer. All except the impossibly large one. He just gazes at the dwarven wizard with a baleful eye. Then Forge loses sight of him as the gang of dwarves - at least half a dozen of them - surge toward the bar.
~ Froud
The bartender shakes his head, as if unbelieving. "I might've heard of some work. An acquaintance of mine lost a few of his gnome workers yesterday. Been a rash of murders in the city lately, and a gnome was one of the targets. So a bunch of 'em packed up and left. Babies, the lot of them! The murderer was even caught, I hear." He pauses to push a braid over his shoulder and spit on the ground. "Good riddance, I say. Anyhow. You want work, you show up at the docks tomorrow morning. Look for Nomel Poddlestom. Strange fellow, lives on a big red boat called the Scarlet Hog. It's unnatural I tell you, but he pays well from what I hear and it's good honest work."
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Nomel Poddlestom, Red og, right my good Sir. Hey, did I just hear that good dwarf over yonder is buying a round? Froud will raise his cup and salute the Dwarf 'Good Fortune to you, and yer Clan, My Good fellow!'
Froud will tuck the info regarding the murders away for later.
Froud will tuck the info regarding the murders away for later.
Argent Silvermage
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Forge takes the cheers in good humor. Infact he actualy seems very pleased with himself. He sends a mental message to Gears to follow the huge Dwarf.
~ Froud
The bartender nodded his shaggy head in acknowledgement to the gnome. "You keep some of that fortune, you look like you'll have need of it." Again, he glowers at Yara for a moment, before a crowd of thirsty dwarves descended on the bar and crowded about Froud and his companion.
~ Forge
The bartender held out his hand for payment from Forge before handing over a tray filled with steins of golden ale. Again a cheer went up, and many a drunken dwarf made his way to the bar as word spread of the young dwarf's generosity.
In the back of his mind's eye, he saw that Gears had flown to a perch that allowed him to watch the Mountain push open a back door and slip out into the night.
The bartender nodded his shaggy head in acknowledgement to the gnome. "You keep some of that fortune, you look like you'll have need of it." Again, he glowers at Yara for a moment, before a crowd of thirsty dwarves descended on the bar and crowded about Froud and his companion.
~ Forge
The bartender held out his hand for payment from Forge before handing over a tray filled with steins of golden ale. Again a cheer went up, and many a drunken dwarf made his way to the bar as word spread of the young dwarf's generosity.
In the back of his mind's eye, he saw that Gears had flown to a perch that allowed him to watch the Mountain push open a back door and slip out into the night.
Argent Silvermage
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Foreg tells Gears to continue following and he and Froud weill be there in a moment. Common! We need to go. He says to the two.
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