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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Leinart" data-source="post: 3456722" data-attributes="member: 50113">(I dont have a horse yet) To greenbottle: Lars looks around for the voice while drowning most of the contents of the horn. He merely shrugs as he whipes the mead from his chin. "Well since you already know my name that saves us some time" Lars hands him the horn. "Its been a long trip and I could use a drinking partner.. So tell me about this place" he says with a wide grin. At dinner: Lars greets everyone heartily eyeing the odd assortment of halflings. He is holding "his" now empty horn. (He kept it assuming it was magical) He then begins questioning presto about his experiences in the elvin war with the vigor of a young man and talking to everyone at the table in between hornfulls of mead and the fine food.After dinner: When the meal was finally over and lars was consederably full and inebriated...He contentdly belches  as dors questions them. "Well if everyone else will be riding I could use a horse...Otherwise Ive got all I need" He says while patting his axe. Then he hears presto say something amid drinking another hornfull of mead....A few seconds pass then he process what presto said and gulps down the last of his mead....Lowering the horn slowly he eyes the thing warily and quickly puts it away before he can get more. When it comes time to plan the trip lars stands a little unsteadily and assumes his trademark swaggering walk over to dors and presto. " I say we just march through their lands. A few prissy elves are nothing to worry about. Besides me and rusty should be more than enough muscle for the pointy ears" At the rusty comment he slaps dors heartily on his armored shoulder.</blockquote>

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