<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qvQdg7X.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Falgrim Runeforged (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339780.msg16106186#msg16106186)</strong></span><br/>Dwarven Artificer(Armorer) lvl 5<br/><strong>Hp:</strong>43/43<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive perception:</strong>14<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>1st:</strong> 0/4 used <strong>2nd:</strong> 0/2 used</div></div><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Falgrim had sat out the last couple of groups that had gone on the more recent quests, spending his time greeting new arrivals...giving them a hardy meal when Reyena was busy with other things. Though she was the keeper of the inn and the head chef in most cases..this in no way prevented the skilled artificer from being the general handy man and sometimes on call chef and brewer for the growing settlement. When he was not cooking or trying to improve the accommodations they all found themselves in he would be fiddling in the workshop he had set to one side of the large cave. He certainly appreciated the bounty that had come with the returning parties, and truthfully he was happy for surface crops as you can only do so much with cave fungus and dried rations. He still needed to contact those back home, if nothing else to establish a little trade with one of the adjacent worlds and maybe get someone in to expand the cave and get some livestock going.<br/><br/>This day was not much different, his little homunculus servant(Astim (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fd/80/ed/fd80ed7f9f052edaa9ac24f4bff4df08.jpg)) was fliting in and out of his workshop bringing the artificer little things he needed here and there, food, drink, a bit of metal, a small bit of explosive powder, you know the usual stuff. A few tinks and the sound of releasing steam preceded a small burst of fire and smoke pouring from the small workshop for a moment before the soot faced dwarf came stumbling from his shop coughing coursly and patting out a smoking beard.<strong>"Nae doin' that again."</strong>he lifted one gauntleted hand to his face an beard, a low hum coming from it and it looked like the dirt, grime and soot just shook off his form as he wiped it down.<strong>"Still tha best thin' I ever learned"</strong>he said to himself, at least this time he walked out of his workshop instead of flying out.<br/><br/>Deciding the best thing for him to do at this point was to let his workshop air our before he went to fixing it, again. He approached the open aired Inn and took a glance at all the faces gathered there. Giving it a moments thought he made his way behind the bar and rapped his armored knuckles on the counter top.<strong>"I'm game for a drink, anybody care ta join me?"</strong>he asked before turning around and lifting a brass mug up to one of the large barrels and filling the thing to the brim with a wonderful amber liquid.