<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Dwarf388.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dunn Brakov<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering Sandpoint<br/><strong>With:</strong>Solsiss<br/><hr/><br/>The miles stretched out behind him, the long trek from Roderic's Cove finally completed. The sight of the spires of the Cathedral over the city wall was most welcome indeed. This would be a new start. Sweetspring was a place of death; he would never return there. Riddleport and Roderic's Cove had been disappointments, full of backstabbing thieves and con men looking to take advantage of a poor dwarf from the country. He had taught them a thing or two about assumptions, but had quickly learned that neither city would give him what he needed. A place to sell his skills, to build a bit of coin and an opportunity to swing his axe. He could not fight a giant today. His heart was strong but his skills were untested. No matter, for a dwarf's life is a long one and his memory never dims. Vengeance would be his one day, just not this one.<br/><br/>"Finally," he remarked to his travelling companion Solniss, technically one of those backstabbing thieves himself. But he had several solid points in his favor from Dunn's estimation: He didn't steal from friends, apparently, and he knew how to shut up. Would that all humans had that talent. The last two week's walk had been blessedly silent save for the noises of nature around them and some spare conversation over meals. The lad was light footed as well as light fingered; it was a hell of a lot easier to hunt for game without a jangling juggernaut trying to 'help'. Yes, all in all Dunn had grown to like the scoundrel, and hoped that the end of their journey wouldn't find them parting forever. Not that he said anything of the sort. He was still a dwarf, after all.<br/><br/>Instinctively Dunn fingering the light coin purse at his belt, not out of distrust but still with a frown on his face. His money would not last him long in the city, especially not with a festival going on. He'd have to find employment quickly. If not the axe, then a shovel. If not a shovel, then his arms and back. There was always someone who wanted something moved somewhere, and Dunn had never been too proud for manual labor. He wondered if there were any laws against camping in the woods outside town. It would be just like the humans to send around a tax collector for the privilege of throwing a shadow on their dirt.<br/><br/>Making camp might have to wait, though. Criers were announcing the opening speeches near the cathedral. Dunn was tired from the journey, but it would be silly to walk all this way and then miss the entertainment. So with a sigh he hitched his backpack higher and joined the throngs that were flowing, like a river of humanity, toward the towering structure. "May as well see what all the fuss is about," he said to Solniss. "Or hear it at least. I'm not going to be able to see a damn thing in this crowd unless the Gods send me a stepladder."<br/>