<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<br/><hr/>Amrin Runecrusher sat back to enjoy her drink, adorned in the tribal rabbit furs that she preferred over standard civilized clothes. Better yet, she preferred to be naked but just every so often, the rabbit furs cushioned against an oncoming blow. Beside her an axe made from spikes protruding from the carapace of a Giant Ant was resting on the edge of the table. Amrin eyed the man suspiciously "In for a tower?" she asked.