<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Dwarf388.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dunn Brakov<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lunchin'<br/><strong>With:</strong>Aria Starshine, Joran<br/><hr/><br/>Dunn sat on the smooth wood bench, Aria to one side of him and Joran to the other. The two taller folk would have little difficulty conversing over his head, should they be so inclined. Dunn's attention was taken by the food which, true to promise, seemed to be passed down the long tables with no accounting attached whatsoever. The dwarf's bowl was soon full of a greasy mutton stew which he consumed quickly using nearly half a loaf of fresh baked bread as a utensil. As the meal progressed his beard became a memoir to the succession of courses, accumulating bits of cheese, chicken, egg and even a small bit of what might have been an accidental vegetable. He talked little but listened much, the habits of the forest not deserting him even when surrounded by such distraction, and there was an outside possibility he would pick up a scrap of useful information along with the inordinate quantity of food he was taking in.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception check at +6, unless there happens to be a goblin spilling secrets somewhere along the table, in which case it's +8.<br/>Roll Result: Dunn rolled: 1d20, adding 6to the total<br/>Comment: Listening with his mouth full<br/>Result: 3, <br/>Total: 9<br/></div></div><br/>But Dunn's ongoing moral dilemma of whether to stow away some of the food for later in his belt pouch or not likely distracted him from the juiciest of the gossip. In the end he kept only one flat, round loaf of bread that someone else had dropped on the ground, reasoning that it would probably only go to the pigs in any event.<br/><br/>