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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dpdx" data-source="post: 1967681" data-attributes="member: 188">Rurik, Dwarven Fighter 3Rurik rises a moment later than the rest of his group, washing his face in a nearby water bowl. Donning his armor, he shakes out the remaining soreness from last night's festivities, then hoists his pack and walks out to the common room. The mass of humanity, where relatively few were last night, startles him briefly, but he trancends that feeling to grab a small meal of bread, some meat, and a glass of juice, which he augments with a small amount of the ale he carries in one of two jugs destined for that purpose.Rurik nods his greeting to Master Jenrald, then states his name. As Master Jenrald explains the situation, Rurik listens with concern: his own Clan Hall is not terribly far from there - indeed, Axebender and the neighboring clans have been known to buy raw material a time or two from that very mine, and given the underground nature of the attack, it is completely conceivable that whichever downworlders are responsible for this slaughter may next have designs on the dwarven holds to the east of the mine."Mas'r Jenrald, if I may: d'ye know fer what purpose was this attack? I mean, d'ye know've any other settlements what may have been attack't, either before or after? Is't again possible, that these creatures may've been lookin' fer summat what was at tha fort?"</blockquote>