<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Dwarf388.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dunn Brakov<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the Carpenters' Guild Booth, then Ogre Stomp<br/><strong>With: </strong>Aesrick Battlehorn, then watching Aria Starshine<br/><hr/><br/>Dunn's eyes opened wide at the sight of another Dwarf. He accepted the man's strong handshake gratefully, matching calluses to calluses. Though well dressed, this man was no idle merchant, and he soon gained Dunn's respect. The half silver slipped back between their meaty paws did not hurt in this regard. "Dunn Brakov, of Sweetspring. It's good to see a friendly face in these parts." It seemed rude to continue in their native tongue, so he switched back to Common as well. "It's been quite a walk to get to your town, I say. But that's a story to share over a drink."<br/><br/>The axes were well made. If he missed his target, he could hardly blame the craftsmanship. It was an honest test indeed.<br/><br/>THWACK. The first axe buried itself deeply into the center log, the first mark of the day. Dunn permitted himself a small smile, but quickly focused on the next throw. THUD. The small axe hit handle-first, flopping to the ground. He grit his teeth and tried again. THUD. And again. THUD. That last throw had been bad enough to almost dislodge his only victory.<br/><br/>Though the fifth toss was irrelevant, Dunn exercised even greater care, steadying his breath and taking a few practice arcs. THWACK. He was rewarded with a a solid hit, a twin to the first weapon in the log just beside it. If you're going to do it, do it right, he thought.<br/><br/>"Ach, I'm sure ye'll see better than that before the day is through. But it was well to have met you anyway. Perhaps I'll come share a drink with you tomorrow, when all of this had died down a bit, and ye can tell me about yer town." Dunn nodded his appreciation and stepped aside for others to take the test.<br/><br/>His attention was drawn by a battle-cry coming from somewhere to his right. A woman, by the sounds of it. It was brief, though, and there was no reply. Curious, Dunn pushed through the crowd in time to see an armored blond woman with a greatsword slung across her back swinging a huge mallet in a double handed arc over her head. She clearly knew how to use the thing. Dunn maintained a quiet distance to watch the spectacle.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Rolls of 17,5,11,10 and 21. </div></div>