<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>speakin' like a DWARF!!<br/><hr/><br/>"Yeah, Run ya Limp Dicked, tool-stealin' stench kow! If I ever catch ya around here again, I'll be strechin' that foreskin over ya head and makin' ya vanish up your own arse!"  He called after the coward that was running away. He wiped his beard with the gauntlet of his left hand before turning back to Mae and any others that may be still in the stables. He eyed them all for a second before nodding and moving to the entrence, leaning against the door frame and keeping his eyes on the shadowed roads fo the town.