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Message: <blockquote data-quote="larryfinnjr" data-source="post: 5687465" data-attributes="member: 99210">As Hatchet walks off, he nods back toward Surgeon, the guarded look behind his eyes indicating he may be interested...just not here. After a few steps and hearing Falk's parting remark, he stops and regards Falk, seeing the desire for blood in his eyes. "In this line of business, if you're not 'forceful' as you put it, you're either not in business or dead. And if it's work you're looking for from him," thumbing back over his shoulder toward Stump, "then you better be prepared to, how does he like to say it.... yeah, right. 'Show some moxie.' Whatever moxie is. Like I said, good luck." And he leaves you to discuss...business. Hatchet now only out the door for a minute or so, the general tenor in the room seems to shift. More eyes than before are on you from the other occupants. Formerly loud conversationss have shifted to hushed whispers, expectant mummurs. More than once, an orc gestures in your direction while likely talking about you...others gesture toward each other. Ches gets the distinct impression that 1) Mal's challenge seems to still be high on the topic of discussion and 2) Hatchet's presence may have kept anyone from seriously taking Mal up on it (seems Hatchet is a known quantity here, at least to some).  There's an air of tension now...anticipation. One of the hobgoblin hammermen leans over to listen to Stump whisper something in his ear. He quickly stands tall and, with a smirk on his face, he saunters over to your table. He's big, even for a hobgoblin, obviously hired for his mass. Cradled in his arms is a giant hammer with a large spike on the opposite end and a what looks like two heavy weighted balls of steel at the end of the shaft. He carries it confidentally, almost to the point of caressing it openly.  Casting a glance at each of you in turn, his gaze falls directly on the drow. "I don' like you." With a tick of his head back over his shoulder, he adds, "He don' like you too." Snort. "Stump wants knowing why you here. Now."</blockquote>

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