Eramon, the heavily armored dwarf that could be seen in town, he found himself captivated by the trade that was seen in Aborline "This is the most...Horrific, crappiest heep of metal I've ever seen in existance." The sudden out burst came from the crowd as Eramon held a peice of steel plate armor, "I wouldnt scratch my arse with this hunk of crap!" The superior steel armor that Eramon was wearing glissened in the suns rays, his flurried brown hair that was covering a part of his eye was swept to one side, the scowl Eramon made at the metal was that of insult, as if its very existance damaged Eramon. "Peice of crap..." He threw the metal plate to one side, the owner of the trade in pure shock. The gaping hole in his mouth only grew wider as he saw the dwarf leave.<br/><br/>Eramon dusted his guantlets against his armored cuirass, his two handed long axe was sheathed and held on his back, his back pack was sholders to the right and his posture showed that Eramon took pride in being a dwarf, the beard that reached down toward the end of his neck blew in the wind. His honey suckle eyes scanned the area for anything of interest after his last disappointment, mummbling to himself he felt a powerful thirst coming along, after a month of traveling from going town to town showing his wears of dwarfen craftmanship he was able to afford a lot by selling items and weapons he took time to create.<br/><br/>He did however see that the people who inhabited these areas looked weak and feeble. They lacked strength and pride in them selves, he merely watched the crowds slump across the streets as if their lives ment nothing to themselves. "Hmph....What a waste of meat...." He then shifted his gaze to a wiff that caught his nose, taking in a deep breath he could smell the oder of Ale and piss. "An Inn" he again mummbled, pressing his right hand against his beard, brushing his hand against it lightly in thought. He was however thirsty, and its not like anyone here caught his interest.<br/><br/>He made his was towards the Inn by following the sent, after all dwarfs did have heightened sences despite their height. After a few minutes of walking, Eramon found the inn pressing a armored guantlet against the wooden door, it shunted open from the push of Eramon, he examined the area inside noticing a strange party of what looked to be travelers, humans, what looked to be an elf and a half-ling. "Perhaps there was somthing to see after all" Eramon told himself as we walked in the room, going to the bar and awaiting the bartender to finish up his orders, so Eramon could crench his thirst.