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<blockquote data-quote="Hollowtree" data-source="post: 724910" data-attributes="member: 10594">The door opens.Hoignar ushers in a young man dressed in brown-black breeches and shirt. His brown cloak is begrimed with the dust of many miles of travel, as is his unruly mop of hair.The backpack he is wearing bulges with a variety of mysterious items. A grappling hook and an iron pot dangle from straps. It is obviously heavy, or he has travelled far without rest. Gingerly, heremoves his burden, and sets it on the floor.Hoignar nods briefly, adjusts his facemask and leaves.The young man mutters under his breath:&quot;Ah. This must be the famous dwarven hospitality the bards sing of when they are tired of life.&quot;Looking around the room, he observes his new companions, smiles and says:-&quot;Hello there. I am Tomas Cyrodil. We should use this time to introduce ourselves. It looks like our dwarven friends need our help - perhaps before we catch whatever it is they are so afraid of.&quot;Tomas goes to his pack, and removes a small package.&quot;I think it is time for something to eat. Would anyone like some cheese? I am afraid that I have no wine, just some water.&quot;With that, he draws a fine dagger from his belt and begins slicing a small block of cheese.&quot;This is the best part of these trail rations. I think the salted meatis probably scraped off of old trogs, sometimes.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Hollowtree, post: 724910, member: 10594"] The door opens. Hoignar ushers in a young man dressed in brown-black breeches and shirt. His brown cloak is begrimed with the dust of many miles of travel, as is his unruly mop of hair. The backpack he is wearing bulges with a variety of mysterious items. A grappling hook and an iron pot dangle from straps. It is obviously heavy, or he has travelled far without rest. Gingerly, he removes his burden, and sets it on the floor. Hoignar nods briefly, adjusts his facemask and leaves. The young man mutters under his breath: "Ah. This must be the famous dwarven hospitality the bards sing of when they are tired of life." Looking around the room, he observes his new companions, smiles and says:- "Hello there. I am Tomas Cyrodil. We should use this time to introduce ourselves. It looks like our dwarven friends need our help - perhaps before we catch whatever it is they are so afraid of." Tomas goes to his pack, and removes a small package. "I think it is time for something to eat. Would anyone like some cheese? I am afraid that I have no wine, just some water." With that, he draws a fine dagger from his belt and begins slicing a small block of cheese. "This is the best part of these trail rations. I think the salted meat is probably scraped off of old trogs, sometimes." [/QUOTE]

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