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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dimsdale" data-source="post: 4800175" data-attributes="member: 79956">The door burst open and a dwarf equiped with shiny jet black armor, rare indeed for this area. One could only guess where he had been or what he had to do to get it. He holds "well used" greataxe with one hand, with the blade resting just behind his shoulder. He stops and stares at the patrons and the smiles and nods. "Ahhhh...it's good to be back here. I could use an ale right now." He shouts to the bartender. "Aye...it's Kruk...I'd like a pint of your best ale...you know the one...uh...better make that two." Pausing for a moment, he states to the bartender "err...sorry for the display of rude behavior last time I was here. Do I owe you any money?...I can't remember actually leaving the place." After receiving his beverages, he turns to all and states om a stern voice. "I heard there is a group looking for a fighter to join their party. If this is true, I'm your guy. I've killed many foes and I've taken many hits. I'm still standing." He sits at a table, takes a long drink from his ale, and burps loudly. "Ahhhh...that hits the spot." He then grabs a handful of peanuts from the table and chomps down a huge handful of them, still in the shell. With with bits of peanut shell clinging to his beard and a small amount of ale spilling from the side of his mouth, he sits and waits for someone to come forward while he inspects his axe.</blockquote>