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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dpdx" data-source="post: 2293534" data-attributes="member: 188">Rurik walks happily with his clansman to the bar, listening with interest to his talk of the assay."Mithral, you say. That would make it more valuable yet to return the mine to the hands of its original owners. I hope we're up to the task. Should be, but I'll know soon enough. I haven't fought undead before, and I'm a little wary of not having a priest to turn them with."They arrive at the bar, and Rurik takes a moment to adjust back to speaking Common. Seeing none of his group at the bar, Rurik and Brannam take up seats at the largest table they can find, expecting Rurik's companions to arrive at any moment.Fishing the current jug once again from his pack, Rurik sets it on the table as Brannam calls the barmaid over with a couple of glasses."Firs', a nip o' me Mum's. To set our pala's a'right fer e' rest."Rurik pours for both of them. Raising his glass, he reverts back to Dwarven for the toast."To the ancestors and descendants of our humble clan. Altogether, everlasting!"</blockquote>