<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>Prestidigitation to clean the beard.<br/><hr/><br/>Falgrim did not know what to make at the mention of Elven magic being apart of the recipe, while he could appreciate the ingenuity and he himself at least had a nice pouch that could provide him with any spice he wanted, the cook and brewer in him was just screaming in outrage at using such a short cut. It did not let the flavors come through, it just....he shook his head to get rid of that train of thought. Better not to upset the host that was feeding him elven fare (though the ale was wonderful), he did however make a mental note to do this without magic enhanced spices. "Ah....Elven...right....Still, I Kinna say it doesn't put a fire in me belly."<br/><br/>As the other two introduced themselves the Dwarven artificer realized he was the only one that had not given his name. In a very dwarf like fashion he dabbed his mouth with his beard for a moment before stroking down, a low hum coming from his gauntlet as he passed his hand over and what bits of food and ale had been soaked into it were just, not there. Standing up he gave a short bow. "Falgrim Runeforged, Artificer, cook, brewer and all around Handy man. Day or Noche I'm at ya service."