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<blockquote data-quote="YeOldeAlbatross" data-source="post: 3761827" data-attributes="member: 52884">Droban Ironthane[sblock=Group 1]Droban glowers at the obese captain, wondering inwardly how such a man, who can hardly move, would ever be promoted to a position of authority. Beads of sweat drip down from the dwarf's thick, dark hair in the hot room, and Droban cannot help but notice that Jobbor does not offer any water to his guests. This does not improve his mood, or his liking of Captain Jobbor, in any way.&quot;Maybe the dwarf?!&quot; Droban splutters, nearly choking in his indignation at this Captain Jobbor. Hefting his greataxe, he continues, &quot;I'll have you know that this is Marakul, and she's taken the head of more goblins and orcs than you could count. Aye, and a few lowlife humans as well...&quot; Droban finishes, muttering under his breath. &quot;These lads with me are no laggards in a scrape either...I've seen it evidenced with my own eyes. Oh, and the name is Droban of Clan Ironthane, son of Grodun, son of Duggan.&quot;Droban listens to Isphet's exchange with the captain, then turns to Avardis, with wide eyes. &quot;Two coppers a day to train? That doesn't even cover my bar tab! Ah, maybe this was a bad idea.&quot; The dwarf pauses and wipes the back of his meaty hand across his sweaty brow, waiting to hear what Avardis thinks of this arrangement.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="YeOldeAlbatross, post: 3761827, member: 52884"] [b]Droban Ironthane[/b] [sblock=Group 1] Droban glowers at the obese captain, wondering inwardly how such a man, who can hardly move, would ever be promoted to a position of authority. Beads of sweat drip down from the dwarf's thick, dark hair in the hot room, and Droban cannot help but notice that Jobbor does not offer any water to his guests. This does not improve his mood, or his liking of Captain Jobbor, in any way. [color=slategray]"[i]Maybe[/i] the dwarf?!"[/color] Droban splutters, nearly choking in his indignation at this Captain Jobbor. Hefting his greataxe, he continues, [color=slategray]"I'll have you know that this is [i]Marakul[/i], and she's taken the head of more goblins and orcs than you could count. Aye, and a few lowlife humans as well..."[/color] Droban finishes, muttering under his breath. [color=slategray]"These lads with me are no laggards in a scrape either...I've seen it evidenced with my own eyes. Oh, and the name is Droban of Clan Ironthane, son of Grodun, son of Duggan."[/color] Droban listens to Isphet's exchange with the captain, then turns to Avardis, with wide eyes. [color=slategray]"Two coppers a day to train? That doesn't even cover my bar tab! Ah, maybe this was a bad idea."[/color] The dwarf pauses and wipes the back of his meaty hand across his sweaty brow, waiting to hear what Avardis thinks of this arrangement. [/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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