<hr/>Name: Amrin Runecrusher<br/>Race: Dwarf<br/>Class: Barbarian<br/>Location: The local drinking establishment<br/>Time: it's all been a blur really<br/>Tagged: Flynn, Toma<br/><hr/>Amrin took a stack of large square grooved coins and clinked them on the table. Then she plucked one off the top with a faint click. "Silly man... A tower! I forgive you though. Tall People don't know how to organize their coin. It's like an imp. Excellent purity of gold only trace hardening agents. As I said, my ante is a tower." Then Amrin tossed her coin to the center. "And no funny business!" she said hand to heart."at least no more than usual."