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Message: <blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 3273865" data-attributes="member: 11146">The tips of Grun's hairy half-orc ears prick at something mentioned by the Seneschal.  The cleric of Moradin shuffles forward a bit, interested.  "Whaddyer mean by 'ter that place from which it 'ad orig'n'ly come'?  The woods?  'Nother plane?  An' how does ye figger a pack of blunt folks like the lot of us'll pass muster with a bunch of nancy pants fairies?  If I ware a fairy, I'd run screamin' if I saw the likes of me acomin'." Grun comes forward to the table and puts one palm down.  Pointing at Harlan, Grun continues, "Like him, I'd like ter see this map of yers as well.  And who do you got in this finely crafted mountain of stone fer a keep what as knows about these Sidhe?  Mebbe they likes a particular kind of foodstuff that we can trade 'em in barter.  Elveses like sweets, I've heard."  Grun's attitude drips crude ignorance, if well intentioned.</blockquote>