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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dpdx" data-source="post: 1220622" data-attributes="member: 188">It was on the night he completed his greataxe, amid shouts of "Godsh damn you, sshtump! Get the hell outa mah fffhorge!" from upstairs, that his friends came to see him, conveniently availing themselves of the unlocked back entry. They had a job for him. ...Unfortunately, when morning came, Hrynnar awoke to a racket not unlike the one he made in the forge that last night, and brought his gear to the square to see what was the matter.Hrynnar was fairly tall for a dwarf, standing four and a half feet high, and not particularly well-groomed OR well-liked, but his reputation was such around Argos that the people who generally went out to the Fens, now mustered for swamp duty, would expect to see him among them. Hrynnar couldn't be trusted to get along with merchants looking for an easy score from the treasure rumored to be out in the swamp, but he could damn well swing his new axe and take the fight to a few Rhelmsmen. Better that, than stay back to defend a town he couldn't give a tinker's damn about.Thus, it was swamp duty for him, and, eager to get out of town a few days, and only a bit disappointed that the "job" wasn't going to materialize, Hrynnar donned his scale mail right there in front of the tavern, put the unadorned steel cap atop his red head, hoisted his pack and went off to join the others.As he meandered over to his assembled group, he caught sight of a few people he knew, some of whom had been out on the Fens with him, pulling fat merchants out of the mud. He tipped his cap to them, and by way of greeting, muttered their names."Lellard. Jakobi. Creedson. Joffson. Geron. What the hells'd we do now? And where in hell's the troll?"</blockquote>

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