<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/>"Aww too soon!" Amrin grimaced, slow on the uptake from drink, or possibly fatigue. Hard to say. Anyway, she swiped up her towers and her axe, then she made like a baby and headed out the door with a bit of annoyance at having to cut her break short. She muttered some dwarven cussin' (the best kind obviously, just like their stonework and their weapons). "The only way I'm losing my shirt is if something<em>or someone</em>rips it off!" the barbarian called after the wizard.<br/><br/>"Looks like it's some other time mate!" she said to Flynn. "Good luck with yer games though." The dwarf ran outside blushing at actually being called attractive!