"Lonnie, huh? I knew a Dwarf by that name. I was paid to kill him when I was younger. To this day I don't recall ever seeing a Dwarf run so fast with his pants around his legs... Laughed so hard I couldn't even chase after him. Order, now I know a little bit more about you now no, I don't expect much from you, but I certainly don't hate you. Well when you finish why don't you swing by and I'll show you some of my favorite beers? My words might not mean anything to you, but if you've befriended a Dwarf I know you'll appreciate booze."<br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">"Ashia. I think we need to have a talk." </span>Miriam sounded equal parts exhausted and angry.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Please come here."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>