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<blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 1366099" data-attributes="member: 16166">Smiles spread quickly across the dwarven faces, openly showing their pleasure at meeting another of their kind so far from home.&nbsp; The eldest of the group of six steps forward and grasps Djamir's hand firmly.&quot;Greetings dear cousin I am Thyrian, we had heard that the blessings of Solaris had been given to one of our own this year.&nbsp; We had not expected to meet the famous Djamir before we left the city though, it is good that you came.&quot;&quot;You are more than welcome to assist the caravan upon which we travel, we must drop several urns of spices at the Iridian Towers during our journey.&nbsp; But before we talk of such things, you must introduce your companions!&quot;Thyrian turns to face the rest of the group in expectation, awaiting pleasantries and greetings.&nbsp; Before a word can escape from anyone's mouth a loud thudding WHOMPH echoes through the wagons, followed by a great cloud of dust and sand that quickly encompasses the entire area.Through the chaos you notice that one of the wagons that the dwarves were stading by has disappeared, as well as one of their number.&nbsp; Coughing, choking, and calls for help clutter the air as Thyrian calls to his brethren, unheard.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Phoenix, post: 1366099, member: 16166"] Smiles spread quickly across the dwarven faces, openly showing their pleasure at meeting another of their kind so far from home. The eldest of the group of six steps forward and grasps Djamir's hand firmly. "Greetings dear cousin I am Thyrian, we had heard that the blessings of Solaris had been given to one of our own this year. We had not expected to meet the famous Djamir before we left the city though, it is good that you came." "You are more than welcome to assist the caravan upon which we travel, we must drop several urns of spices at the Iridian Towers during our journey. But before we talk of such things, you must introduce your companions!" Thyrian turns to face the rest of the group in expectation, awaiting pleasantries and greetings. Before a word can escape from anyone's mouth a loud thudding [I]WHOMPH[/I] echoes through the wagons, followed by a great cloud of dust and sand that quickly encompasses the entire area. Through the chaos you notice that one of the wagons that the dwarves were stading by has disappeared, as well as one of their number. Coughing, choking, and calls for help clutter the air as Thyrian calls to his brethren, unheard. [/QUOTE]

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