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<blockquote data-quote="Dalamar" data-source="post: 838086" data-attributes="member: 358">Durban, Lorcan&quot;Yes, mister. Please, take a table and I'll bring your drinks and some food over in a moment.&quot;The girl then returns to the kitchen area.Durban and Lorcan scan for a table, finding a clean one with three chairs under it.Durban notices very few arms carried by anybody. There are a few shortswords, a couple of daggers and one man has two yo-sticks attached to his belt.Horros&quot;The skills have been passed from father to son for generations. Well, I was my father's only child when he lost his arm...&quot;She shrugs her shoulders.&quot;Anyway, can I interest you in buying some weapons or armor?&quot;HaploHaplo walks among the small people, needing to stoop down a bit to not hit his head to the ceiling.Soon he arrives, still led by the same small man, to a reinforced wooden door. His guide knocks a series of knocks. After a small moment the door starts opening inside. Haplo is becconed inside.Stepping inside, he quickly noticed that the room is large enough to accommodate him standing straight.Opposite from where he entered with his guide, an old looking small man is sitting on a chair. His clothes are cleaner than those possessed by those Haplo saw earlier but otherwise similar, simple and practical.As he talks, his voice is formal and controlled.&quot;Greetings, tall one. I am Eugenoth Longfingers, the head of these people. Before we start talking, I'll ask if you know who we are, my people and I?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Dalamar, post: 838086, member: 358"] [B]Durban, Lorcan[/B] "Yes, mister. Please, take a table and I'll bring your drinks and some food over in a moment." The girl then returns to the kitchen area. Durban and Lorcan scan for a table, finding a clean one with three chairs under it. Durban notices very few arms carried by anybody. There are a few shortswords, a couple of daggers and one man has two yo-sticks attached to his belt. [B]Horros[/B] "The skills have been passed from father to son for generations. Well, I was my father's only child when he lost his arm..." She shrugs her shoulders. "Anyway, can I interest you in buying some weapons or armor?" [B]Haplo[/B] Haplo walks among the small people, needing to stoop down a bit to not hit his head to the ceiling. Soon he arrives, still led by the same small man, to a reinforced wooden door. His guide knocks a series of knocks. After a small moment the door starts opening inside. Haplo is becconed inside. Stepping inside, he quickly noticed that the room is large enough to accommodate him standing straight. Opposite from where he entered with his guide, an old looking small man is sitting on a chair. His clothes are cleaner than those possessed by those Haplo saw earlier but otherwise similar, simple and practical. As he talks, his voice is formal and controlled. "Greetings, tall one. I am Eugenoth Longfingers, the head of these people. Before we start talking, I'll ask if you know who we are, my people and I?" [/QUOTE]

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