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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wik" data-source="post: 4294923" data-attributes="member: 40177">Elthic Bazelmak, Dwarven Rogue(1)/Fighter(1)The door swings open, and a burly-looking dwarf with a short-cropped beard and two braids dangling from his short black curls enters the room.  He has obviously seen battle recently - his clothing is a mess, and the head on the spear thrown over one shoulder has been blunted and shows the faintest hint of blood.Wearily, he says "Elthic.  Bazelmak.  Hello, Joe... was it only four days ago that I was here?" Shaking his head in disbelief, the dwarf trudges over to a table, his leather armour squeaking with every step he takes.  His boots squish as he moves, as the rain-sodden dwarf walks.  He sits with a sigh of relief."Had a fight with a dragon, Joe.  It was about the size of a cat... and it got us.  Took three of us down, and spared our lives afterwards.  Not a fine start for an adventurer, eh?"He stares in the mug placed before him by a barmaid, and shakes his head, confused.</blockquote>