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Message: <blockquote data-quote="xmanii" data-source="post: 3187895" data-attributes="member: 654">"So, ye be wanting to know about me?" Khondar asks gruffly, while puffing on a pipe. Using his pipe to point to a nearby stool, he continues. "Sit your arse down then, ye be making me nervous standing there." Blowing out a smoke ring, Khondar looks you straight in the eye, "I be guessing you don't want me to start with me birthing. Good! As this would be a much longer story, accounting for my age.""My da is a High Old One, in Sundabar, of the Battlehammer Clan, and my ma is a smith, making weapons for me clanmates to use against noror." Taking another puff from his pipe, Khondar continues. "Like me da, I be a priest of the Dwarffather.... me da's hammer glowed while I was holding it when I be a lad, a sure sign from The Soul Forger if there be one!"Khondar goes on, "I left for Mithral Hall when it be liberated by Bruenor, and stayed there for a dozen seasons, helping some of me clanmates." Taking a deep swig of his ale, Khondar wipes his mouth with his tunic. "Prayer chants, mining, and smithy work, it be hard work, but we be having Mithral Hall back!" Finishing his ale, he lifts the mug up, and a nearby serving girl scurries over to refill it. Waiting with the pitcher, she watches while Khondar gulps down the ale, spilling onto his beard. Lifting up the mug again, the girl fills it again. He gives her a coin and she gives him a toothy smile, and a slight bow, then hurries away. Khondar watches her for a moment as he wipes his beard, and puts the mug on the table. Relighting his pipe, he says, "Why did I leave?" Pausing to take a puff, Khondar is quiet for a moment, then takes another puff. "Just something I be having to do, which can't be done while I be sitting on my arse at Mithral Hall.""Aye, I met that dark elf, Drizzt. He be samryn, a samman to Bruenor. No, never met that foul cat of his, praise the Dwarffather! It be a foul thing, I say." Leaning forward closer to you, "For a dark-skinned elf, he be a good one to have on your side, if ye be fighting sargh! And if ye be asking for trouble with him, ye shall be going through me!" Khondar says coldly.After a few minutes of silence, Khalen gets up, hand guardedly on his hammer, and makes for the exit, with not a spare look at you.[sblock]Words in italics are from Dwarves Deep, an old 2E Forgotten Realms supplement.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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