JustinCase
the magical equivalent to the number zero
"So what're ye doin' in these parts?" asks Helgrim after snoring half the night away. Luckily for the others, the ancient dwarf couldn't sleep after a sanitary break in the middle of the night, therefore sparing the area more louder-than-a-crowded-festival snoring.
"Been escorting a caravan headed to Daggerford, meself, until we got ambushed by them darn gnolls," he explained sourly, chewing on the dry rations he produced from his too-full backpack.
"Only survivor, meself. Buried most o' what remained over there," he says, nodding in the same direction he did yesterday. "Been a few years since I left, but I used to be an adventurer around these parts. Never got round to returning after King Bruenor took me on to train his lads in Mithral Hall, after that whole business with the dragon."
"Been escorting a caravan headed to Daggerford, meself, until we got ambushed by them darn gnolls," he explained sourly, chewing on the dry rations he produced from his too-full backpack.
"Only survivor, meself. Buried most o' what remained over there," he says, nodding in the same direction he did yesterday. "Been a few years since I left, but I used to be an adventurer around these parts. Never got round to returning after King Bruenor took me on to train his lads in Mithral Hall, after that whole business with the dragon."
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