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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FreeXenon" data-source="post: 3549477" data-attributes="member: 6228">Insight - this is what I was thinking for how I was added to your crew; let me know what you think: [sblock]As the days wore thin of interviewing potential adventuring partners the prodigal halfling artificer, Reginald, was becoming weary of the process and the enthusiastic ineptitude that found itself before him. The tired halfling was leaving from the interview of a young human noble whose ceremonial blade bore more jewels than fighting metal. The young man carried the weapon confidently and surely, but still bore the precision and technique of a novice that even a non-practiced artificer, such as himself, could tell. The noble was quite dejected and severely disappointed at being denied a position and moped his way out while scuffing his feet. As Reginald was passing by his wanted poster he noticed a dwarf looking over the poster and mumbling to himself. The dwarf whips around seemingly in an attempt to walk away and stops abruptly as he notices you. The male dwarf's dingy red hair and beard contrast starkly with his bright jade-green eyes that sparkle full of experience and restlessness. He is wearing marbled grey and white spiked scale mail and carries a bow in his hand. His gear seems to be coated in a chalky dust or some sort of dusty soil and some pebbles, as if it has not been cleaned or dusted in a very long while: perhaps he has been digging underground or traveling through narrow tunnels of loose dirt, or has been standing really still for a long part of a human lifetime and has just decided to move from his statuesque state after having dust accumulate. The dwarf looks at you and pokes you rather strongly in the shoulder a few times as he says enthusiastically  "You fear not wee one. You stick with your Uncle Targath and I'll see ya though your little mission. I'll see ya when you are ready to leave." In the wake of his rather invasive attention getting pokes are small dust filled eddies on the air and a lone pebble seems to fall from his pack somewhere, bouncing of the metal head of the miners pick that hangs from his pack, and then rolls onto the floor. Targath seems to not notice and winks at you. he turns around and then leaves humming an unknown song. [/sblock]I think we are partially waiting for Voadam who will not be available until the 4rth.</blockquote>

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