Mithreander
Explorer
Thoria walks into the inn, helmet in her shield hand, rubbing her stubby fingers through her gorgeous blonde locks. while she looks around the inn from her 3'9" level. This seems to be the place she thinks as she notes the adventure looking group at one side. She pats her Heavy mace with a hand to feel it's reasuring presence, when she is ushered to the barkeeper by no less then two waitresses!
"What's your name, lass?" comes the expected question from JO.
"Thoria be what me friends call me." she replies with a smile, so odd on her dwarven countanace, but seeming natural on hers.
"Well, be telling it to the folks, and add something about yourself, besides!" Jo says, motioning to the other people in the room.
Thoria nods and looks at all of the people she could see from her diminuative stature (which was not much), and motioned if it was alright to step on a stool so that she could see the other people (and they her).
With a nod from Jo, she climbs up on the stool and nods to the folk there. "Thoria Stonesoul, at your service. Deciple of Emanual, who you may know as Pelor. Gifted in the art of swinging this mace, talking to people and a slight inclination towards healing." Nodding that she was done, she quickly dismounts off the table (with only a little trouble with her scaled armor) and climbed up a bar stool instead. "Ale, if you's be so kind." she says, reaching in her pocket to produce a coin from her quickly diminuishing fortune.
"What's your name, lass?" comes the expected question from JO.
"Thoria be what me friends call me." she replies with a smile, so odd on her dwarven countanace, but seeming natural on hers.
"Well, be telling it to the folks, and add something about yourself, besides!" Jo says, motioning to the other people in the room.
Thoria nods and looks at all of the people she could see from her diminuative stature (which was not much), and motioned if it was alright to step on a stool so that she could see the other people (and they her).
With a nod from Jo, she climbs up on the stool and nods to the folk there. "Thoria Stonesoul, at your service. Deciple of Emanual, who you may know as Pelor. Gifted in the art of swinging this mace, talking to people and a slight inclination towards healing." Nodding that she was done, she quickly dismounts off the table (with only a little trouble with her scaled armor) and climbed up a bar stool instead. "Ale, if you's be so kind." she says, reaching in her pocket to produce a coin from her quickly diminuishing fortune.