<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Dwarf388.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dunn Brakov<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Ogre Stomp<br/><strong>With:</strong>Das Corvut, Aria Starshine<br/><hr/><br/>"Yes, let's<em>do</em>see the mighty little man's prowess, shall we?" Das Corvut's wheedling voice brought a smile to some of the crowd, though most seemed to find the comment in poor taste. "I think I have a wee little hammer, if this one's too heavy for you to lift." The odious man dug into a belt pouch and produced a tiny tack hammer, which he waved tauntingly. Dunn ignored him as best as he could.<br/><br/>Dunn Brakov had already looked to his left and right, and sadly convinced himself that there was no other dwarf in the vicinity who could possibly have drawn the noble woman's attention. At least he had assumed she was noble. She looked like the sort of thing an artist might paint on the Honor tarot card. Somewhat shyly he stepped forward, feeling the full weight of many pairs of eyes on him now. So many eyes, though most not unfriendly. The knight had won the favor of these folk, it seemed, and now he was benefiting from her aura.<br/><br/>It helped to think of it as a duty. With so few of his people in these parts, it would not do to tarnish his race with a reputation for standoffishness. And there was always the chance that someone watching might have a position for hire. Or even this knight, come to think of it. Dunn straightened his shoulders and accepted the great hammer from her grasp, feeling its weight in his hands. He even managed a lopsided smile, and barked out a quick "Well, we'll see how it goes" half under his breath.<br/><br/>Again the weapon was a good one. Someone in the city must have been policing the games for fraud beforehand, Dunn thought. Or perhaps that was just his generally untrusting nature talking. He gave the mallet a few practice swings and then planted his feet firmly before the painted ogre. In the blink of an eye he raised the hammer and brought it down squarely upon the target.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stomp That Ogre</div><div class="spoiler_body">+3 strength, +1 against giants.<br/>Roll 4, +4 = 8.<br/>Yep, let's shake out all these lousy numbers from the dice now, while lives aren't on the line.<br/></div></div><br/>His aim was off, or perhaps it was the attention of the crowd. He did his best work alone in the forest, not surrounded by prying eyes. Still the slug eked its way into the prize zone, though Dunn could tell that Das Corvut was considering disputing the call.<br/><br/>He handed the hammer back to the booth operator, then turned to Aria. "Well, I guess that between the two of us we could bring down a full ogre, then. If we had to. I'm, um, Dunn Brakov." He offered his hand to her, not quite looking her directly in the eyes.<br/>