<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qvQdg7X.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Falgrim Runeforged (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2538176)</strong></span><br/>Dwarven Artificer(Armorer) lvl 3<br/><strong>Hp:</strong>26/26<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive perception:</strong>13<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>1st:</strong> 0/3 used</div></div><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Well, there...that was certainly not the type of name he would have expected and elf, or elf like creature, to have. He brushed his beard thoughtfully for a moment before sitting back down as the Elven entity called out to their last companion it seemed. He turned his head to give her an appraising eye as she approached."So it was ye that was sulking in tha shadows girlie." he said.<br/><br/>"Prime here need us ta find tha Innkeeper...." he said in answer to the burned girls question. He glanced around the cave with no entrance nor exit, his keen mind readily accepting the explanation given. "...This place might be a nexus between realms or places, nae but a stones throw from anyplace with enough magic." now of course his mind was abuzz with the possibilities of shortcuts or new trading routes for the guild. He shook his head slowly to shelve those ideas for later."That is a discussion for later though. Best we get sleep while we ken, lest morn comes and we find ourselves wantin'"<br/><br/>He stood as the feminine looking Satyr began to play a song once more, something he had enjoyed with dinner even as he decided he was going to make a soup just as good as what he had without the need for magic flavor....though that was well within his power....theoretically. He was all right until the beds appeared and that stubborn dwarf attitude reared it's head once more. Marching over to the bed muttering under his breath about crazy elves and watery beds as opposed to solid stone and a warm fur. He was going to sleep in it, but no one could force him to like it(or at least admit that he did).<br/><br/>The Dwarf pressed a button on his gauntlet and the armor released with a low hum and a burst of steam. Stepping out of the armor that stood on it's own. He wore naught but a light linen shirt without sleeves and a simple undergarment of tight cotton underpants. the rest of his body exposed, and while he was not massive in terms of muscle..what he had was well defined. His legs and forearms covered in a moderatly thick layer of soft red hair.