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<blockquote data-quote="Jemal" data-source="post: 3505046" data-attributes="member: 9026">Jonas walks in the Inn, grinning widely at the familiar place.&nbsp; Spying his new buddy, Ingwe, he walks over, grabbing a mug of ale of a serving wench's tray as he walks past.&nbsp; When he gets to the fire-side table, the dwarf plops the now-empty mug on the table. &quot;Well met, pointy.&nbsp; A thousand thanks again for leading me to this watering hole.&quot;&nbsp; He pulls out a chair and plops down, signalling for another of what would turn into may drinks.&nbsp; [sblock=aside]Those that cared to notice would be mildly put off by his speech.&nbsp; Though he had the same, thick gravely voice as most of his people, Jonas Firebeard had grown up among desert barbarians, and had no trace of the typical dwarven accent.&nbsp; His wording, too, tended more towards sandy and nomadic sayings rather than the typical 'by the stones' type of speech more prevalent among dwarves.[/sblock]&quot;I have sent word to my people that I will not be returning this year.&nbsp; I'd like to accept your offer to join this adventuring party you're starting.&quot;&nbsp; The dwarf nodded and winked at the waitress as she brought him a few more ales.&nbsp; Once she'd gone, he managed to tear his gaze away long enough to glance at his companion &quot;A very comely young wench, but I can't help the feeling that she'd look better with some facial hair...&quot; He chuckled, not even aware that most dwarves wouldn't be caught dead sharing a beer and a joke with an elf.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Jemal, post: 3505046, member: 9026"] Jonas walks in the Inn, grinning widely at the familiar place. Spying his new buddy, Ingwe, he walks over, grabbing a mug of ale of a serving wench's tray as he walks past. When he gets to the fire-side table, the dwarf plops the now-empty mug on the table. [color=green]"Well met, pointy. A thousand thanks again for leading me to this watering hole."[/color] He pulls out a chair and plops down, signalling for another of what would turn into may drinks. [sblock=aside]Those that cared to notice would be mildly put off by his speech. Though he had the same, thick gravely voice as most of his people, Jonas Firebeard had grown up among desert barbarians, and had no trace of the typical dwarven accent. His wording, too, tended more towards sandy and nomadic sayings rather than the typical 'by the stones' type of speech more prevalent among dwarves.[/sblock] [color=green]"I have sent word to my people that I will not be returning this year. I'd like to accept your offer to join this adventuring party you're starting."[/color] The dwarf nodded and winked at the waitress as she brought him a few more ales. Once she'd gone, he managed to tear his gaze away long enough to glance at his companion [color=green]"A very comely young wench, but I can't help the feeling that she'd look better with some facial hair..."[/color] He chuckled, not even aware that most dwarves wouldn't be caught dead sharing a beer and a joke with an elf. [/QUOTE]

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