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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mark Chance" data-source="post: 2876911" data-attributes="member: 2795">"That would be Tam," says Guildmaster Korbok as he limps into the room. "Pour me some of that Anduvian whiskey while you're there, Beren."Korbok is a striking figure, but mostly due to his ugliness. His scrunched face is a mask of deep wrinkles and scars out of which twinkling disconcertingly beautiful blue eyes. His thinning, white hair is pulled back into a pony tail, and his long beard is carefully braided. When he walks, he favors his right leg. His arms seem overlong, and are powerfully muscled, as can be plainly seen since he wears a sleeveless robe over his green silk shirt and pantaloons. His hands are large and full of implicit cruelty that remind everyone of long-standing, unconfirmed rumors of Korbok's training as a ritualistic strangler in a savage jungle kingdom. The dwarf grins and settles his bulk into a high-backed chair."Have a seat, please," he says. "We've business to discuss. One Lady Desdemona, who is visiting our fair town, needs some bodyguarding over the next week or so, and I thought you four would be well-suited for the job. The guild is paying twenty-five gold per day for at least the next six days for each of you. That sound good enough to whet your appetites before we discuss the particulars?"</blockquote>