The dwarf's laughter is cut short. "I hope yer not talkin' seriously now lad."
Muzdum checks for his gear, securing his axe, fastening his pack, and sounding his knuckles. "Alright, I'm ready. What are we waitin' fer?"
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After the shrieking subsides, he returns to the banter, "How likely is Tock to return from an adventure with you with all of his hair?" While the question is posed in a jovial tone, Mal is plainly serious. Maybe not about the hair, but about getting burned.
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In response to the following comment, "I'm pretty sure I'm better at what I do when I'm not on fire.."
The dwarf's laughter is cut short. "I hope yer not talkin' seriously now lad."
Muzdum checks for his gear, securing his axe, fastening his pack, and sounding his knuckles. "Alright, I'm ready. What are we waitin' fer?"
"Welcome, fellow scholar! What is the focus of your studies, if I may ask? I'm Deimos Vrago, by the way." The tiefling responds delighted.Braddock grabs his ale and walks over to Deimos, K2, Mal and Tock.
"Greetings mates, Braddock's the name. At this point, my particular specialties include drinking, waiting in bars, and all those things eldritch and arcane. I couldn't help but overhear, I know surprising the rucous those elves caused, that ye be a scholar? Mind if I pull up a stool for some conversation?"
"Hope you mean recent evil and this is not about my ancestry."The dragonborn glares at Braddock as he approaches the table, then nods his head in approval. Welcome Braddock, I am K2, follower of the light. Turing to everyone at the table Let us work together to destroy the evilness that has overtaken this land.