A large humanoid walks in, just as Qynn's leaving, the shorter fey only coming up to his chest and the bugbear growls as she passes. The hulking beast walks, more like a stomp than walk though, into the bar, the wooden floorboards creaking in protest under his weight. "I Vardaal, of Solkuth's brood, of clan Broken Tooth, I need some gold and told to come here. I can smash, or cut, or collect golds from those that owes it to you. Lauto guys taught me well. Annyone needs me to crush them for you?" the bugbear says loudly, proudly displaying his broken tooth.
He has a large sword strapped to his back, it's taller than most men and the blade looks wickedly sharp and he wears the hide of a bear around his waist as clothing. A backpack is across his back, but that's the extent of his gear.
Vardaal marches to the bar, "You give me your strong stuff, not what you give to that little boy that left." the bugbear says, laughing at his own joke.
He looks over the tavern with a predatory eye, spotting Torqua "Hey you, you need stuff killed, crushed, cut, or collected" Vardaal asks
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No humanoid skull on his belt...yet
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He has a large sword strapped to his back, it's taller than most men and the blade looks wickedly sharp and he wears the hide of a bear around his waist as clothing. A backpack is across his back, but that's the extent of his gear.
Vardaal marches to the bar, "You give me your strong stuff, not what you give to that little boy that left." the bugbear says, laughing at his own joke.
He looks over the tavern with a predatory eye, spotting Torqua "Hey you, you need stuff killed, crushed, cut, or collected" Vardaal asks
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No humanoid skull on his belt...yet
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