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<blockquote data-quote="Arknath" data-source="post: 738913" data-attributes="member: 2850">Hremelan stands about 3 feet in height and walks with a slow and casual gait.&nbsp; His black locks of curly hair give good example of what might happen when lightning strikes a briar patch - no rhyme nor reason to its condition, but there it is.&nbsp; He has a great smile on his face, as he usually does, and hefts a small pack on his back as he walks into the building, thumbs hooked in the straps.&nbsp; As he approaches, his deep blue eyes are prominent as well as his short stubby nose, giving his face a more child-like appearance.&nbsp; Between his teeth is a long pipe that is currently lit and a small stream of smoke is wafting about it.His vest and pants are a deep grey in color and his tunic a royal blue.&nbsp; If asked, he will disclose that these are his family colors and gladly give you the history of how it came to be.&nbsp; He is thin and pale, but sturdy enough that he doesn't seem sickly.&nbsp; Occasionally a bird will poke his head out of the pack and peer around, seeming very skiddish and frightened.&nbsp; Careful watchers might notice that the pack makes a sudden jump when this happens, followed by a quick retraction of the bird's head and a bigger grin from the halfling.&quot;G'day govna!&quot; Hremelan says to the githzerai in a thick cockney accent, removing the pipe from his teeth, &quot;this sure is a nice place ye' 'ave 'ere.&nbsp; Name's 'remelan, friend's call me Ray.&quot; He looks past the githzerai to the golem, &quot;Looks like yer friend's seen betta' days, eh?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Arknath, post: 738913, member: 2850"] Hremelan stands about 3 feet in height and walks with a slow and casual gait. His black locks of curly hair give good example of what might happen when lightning strikes a briar patch - no rhyme nor reason to its condition, but there it is. He has a great smile on his face, as he usually does, and hefts a small pack on his back as he walks into the building, thumbs hooked in the straps. As he approaches, his deep blue eyes are prominent as well as his short stubby nose, giving his face a more child-like appearance. Between his teeth is a long pipe that is currently lit and a small stream of smoke is wafting about it. His vest and pants are a deep grey in color and his tunic a royal blue. If asked, he will disclose that these are his family colors and gladly give you the history of how it came to be. He is thin and pale, but sturdy enough that he doesn't seem sickly. Occasionally a bird will poke his head out of the pack and peer around, seeming very skiddish and frightened. Careful watchers might notice that the pack makes a sudden jump when this happens, followed by a quick retraction of the bird's head and a bigger grin from the halfling. "G'day govna!" Hremelan says to the githzerai in a thick cockney accent, removing the pipe from his teeth, "this sure is a nice place ye' 'ave 'ere. Name's 'remelan, friend's call me Ray." He looks past the githzerai to the golem, "Looks like yer friend's seen betta' days, eh?" [/QUOTE]

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