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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dpdx" data-source="post: 2059699" data-attributes="member: 188">Rurik faces Eusebius, eyes downcast as if embarrassed by his story's unintended ego-boost."I thank ye, Br'er Eusebius, but please, ye canna call me an 'ero. 'Twas six o' us, an' more besides, what 'ad an 'and in the justice that day. Ye do what 'as ta be done, when it 'as ta be done, wh'er it be ta save yer own skin, or that o' yer comrades: or ye die. O' such is valor sometime, off as not owed ta circumstance as character.I am not a wise man, nor any more dear ta me god than 'e nex' wag, Br'er Eusebius. My sing'ler purpose, all my days, 'as been ta do what I could fer me fam'ly an' fellas, as are ye all nah, e'en ye lasses among us. Ye may not be likely ta find a dwarf what's dif'rent in tha' respect, anyway - canna tell ye of 'alf-orcs, elves, gnomes, 'umans, or 'alflins, but my valor, do it pain me ta call it that in me own case, is o' circumstance.'Ard ta put meself forward as an example, e'en, 'cept as a warnin' ta those who may not 'ave the experience; circumstance, like valor, finds who't finds. Mebbe you, mebbe me again, mebbe one o' these others, canna tell you when. Bein' ready's enough - hasta be, for 'tis all we 'ave a' the moment, asides bein' lucky. Or we die.So says ye foolish dwarven friend, anyway."Rurik winks, before turning his attention once again to the trail ahead.</blockquote>