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[Grimaldo]

The door to the tavern bursts open to reveal the backside of a stout dwarf Paladin clad entirely in Flanntastic(tm) Plate Armor.  He's dragging several backpacks full of what appear to be kobold parts.  Patrons closest to the door overhear him grumbling something about "those farghin' kobolds taking over the Butcherblock Mountains."

He drags the packs just to the side of the door and proceeds to remove his barbute and shake battle debris from his beard-braids.  Turning around he takes one step before noticing the Dwarf Priestess sitting at the bar.

"Brell's Blessed Beard!  Is that...  Is that Grandma Kanina?!?"

No further words are uttered.  The only sound heard is his barbute hitting the floor followed shortly by the rest of the dwarf falling face down with a loud thud and rattling of nearby tables.

[Wroethgar]

>>his head snaps up from his spot, curled up on the warm stone next to the fire at the sound of approximately 2 tons of metal clad dwarf hitting the ground, quickly ignoring that sight to concentrate on the bloody bag of kobold bits<<

>>a small smile curls his lips as he slowly stands, a shiver settlling his fur, and a long langorious stretch and growling kittie yawn waking him fully<<


So who's got the ale?

[Gwenae]

Gwenae returns from a long day hunting, and grabs a table where she can mend her robe that was snagged during the hunt.  Hearing a familiar voice, she cocks her head to see where the voice is coming from.  Taking in the dwarf and her former guild leader, her jaw drops.  "Is - is - is that you Kanina?  I - I can't believe that you're here!  I'm pleased to see you, but cannot believe what I'm seeing!"  Jaw still to the floor, Gwenae find herself unable to move at the sheer shock of it all.

[Lyrima]

*swipes Jasyn's ale*

*strides to the fallen Redbeard*

*grunts with effort*

*rolls him over*

*flings entire mug of good Brell ale in his face*

*steps back*

Might be needin 'nother one...

*nudges roughly with her booted foot an unarmored bit of the fallen dwarf*

[Jasyn]

* Jasyn spins back around to see his ale flying away from him in Lyrima's hand.  He tries to reach out for it, but his stool is now leaning at a precarious angle.  For a moment, it teeters forebodingly.

Oh rats.

* Jasyn and his stool come crashing down onto the floor.

[Sunbeam]

Oh rats.

* Jasyn and his stool come crashing down onto the floor.

* Sunbeam watches and nods.

"I HAV THAT PROBLIM, TOO.  THEES STULS FALL OVER LOTS."