<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/>The events of the night before had left a bad taste in his mouth. Before the situation was diffused, Falgrim was sure he would have had to slip back into his armor to fight off the scarred woman who just seethed with anger. Full glad he was when she relented and retired to some corner of the cave to leave him with the effeminate satyr (who had an interesting offer) and the charmed air touched lady hanging from him. His furnace cooled he found he no longer felt the need to discipline her, instead he merely asked she join him in bed. He always slept better with a warm body beside him. Though the bed was far from the supportive stone with lush furs he was used too, he found himself drifting to sleep.<br/><br/>Morn came, and he was yet alone in the waking world. Carefully he pulled himself from the sleeping sorceress and crawled form the bed. Stretching felt his a few joints pop and he worked those out as he moved over to his armor and set about his morning task. Retrieving the tinkers tools from his satchel he set down and starting servicing his devices, configuring the magitech that powered most of his abilities. Setting spell modules, calibrating the acoustic emitters, winding the wire lash in the gauntlets and making sure the shield rails were well lubed for the day. We was about done when Drip awoke to the smells that had been growing as the Artificer prepped for the day. The world took on color as the light rose in the cave and he shifted his gaze to breakfast. A simple affair and one that was certainly surface culture and food but still it would sate his hunger.<br/><br/>Grease was still on his forearm and smeared across one cheek as he sat down. Still free from his armor for now, but his tools at his waist in a heavy leather belt. The only addition was a flask that he took a nip from every once and awhile. In fact he poured a bit of it into his coffee before he chased a mouthful of eggs with his drink. He stayed quiet through breakfast, eyes flitting along his companions and lingering on Dafina as she leaned on his shoulder, he wondered for a moment if the compulsion was still active, though he dismissed that as she spoke.<br/><br/>"If we are ta be buildin' a community we are goin' ta be needin' more room than this little cave can provide." he offered after the primes explanation of pay. Though as a artisan he was more interested in what could be made of this community."Few folk move earth and stone like dwarves, and dwarven crafts tend ta stand tha test of time."