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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tordek" data-source="post: 464153" data-attributes="member: 8750">With a clash the wooden door swings open, and in it appears a grumpy dwarf. Soaking wet from the rain he sets his frist dripping foot in the tavern grunching some remark about Goblin sexuality.Curse that bloody rain. Makes me jearn for a nice dry cave with Goblins a plenty to get my aching bones warmed up! The dwarf puts his helmet on the table and his axe besides it. Then taking a look around the shack he sees the bunch hanging over a table.Recognising them after that while, he grins, water still dripping from his beard.So lads! Here have ye been hidin' ? Couldn't find any better accomodations now could we! And the dwarf clutching his belly and laughing merrily walks, still dripping, over to the table.And might ya have something to clean my up abit with? Would be much appreciated dear sirs!With those words he takes a dripping look down on what's on the table.</blockquote>