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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aramalian" data-source="post: 7055207" data-attributes="member: 6672752">The smell of fresh food does what the clatter of morning movement couldn't -- rouse Barakor Bloodbarrow from his rough, snoring slumber. The dwarf stands -  kicking over the bench he'd been sleeping on - and stretches. His yawn turns into a groan of pain and he holds his head between his heavy hands and squeezes it. "Augh! For pity's sake, what is this old dwarf coming to? Hung over on a bucket of suds drank after a good fight."He swallows four boiled eggs in rapid succession, then crunches several pickles to death while the rest of his erstwhile companions natter on about elves and such. When Fergus draws out the necklace, though, the dwarf is intrigued. He thumps over to where the witcher sits and stands on his toes to peer over his shoulder at the beaded obsidian jewelry. "What have we here?" he rumbles to himself, but sort of right in Fergus's ear as well. "What sort of runes are those, I wonder?"[HR][/HR][OOC]<a href="http://orokos.com/roll/497120" target="_blank">http://orokos.com/roll/497120</a>Natural 20 (23 total) on a Stonecunning roll to evaluate the stone and its runes.[/OOC]</blockquote>