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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hero4hire" data-source="post: 3229967" data-attributes="member: 20711">When his tablemate offered to buy a round of drinks Ulrich smiles broadly."My thanks to ye friend Daryc." he saluted the man with his mug and took a long quaff leaving the hair on his upper lip covered somewhat in foam."--and it is always a pleasure to drink with one of the Stout Folk, friend Khondar...For years the Dwarves of Jormunsalr have traded wares with the Brothers of the Yellow Rose. There is no sweeter a drink then Ilmatari Blueberry Wine. <<sighs>>. Alas the last 13 years, the stygian depths have been rocked by constant battle and the Clans have been relegated to the upper levels of the Halls. Our Monastary has often served as a sanctuary to heal thier critically wounded. Though vastly outnumbered I am certain they shall win back the Great Hall from the Orcs....Such is the way of the Earthspur Mountains though. A hard cold place." Ulrich gets a far away look in his eye and starts to half speak half sing in a raspy bass voice. "Broken teeth to scar the sky,cruel testaments to time,remorseless,savage,mountain lords of a landthe dwarf-gods abandoned."He then laughs a bit shaking his head, "Sorry I do not know the rest..." he apologizes and then takes another long drink finishing his mug and slamming it to the table with some force. "Ahhh!"</blockquote>