<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Dwarf388.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dunn Brakov<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the middle of the crowd<br/><strong>With:</strong>Aria Starshine, Joran<br/><hr/><br/>The dwarf nodded along to Aria's capsule description of the role of religion. He'd never had a great deal of use for it, but had never really shunned it either. It was just another thing out there that you couldn't do much about, like the weather. Still, he thought, it might not kill him to drop a coin into the churchbox now and then. A small coin.<br/><br/>Dunn scanned the other game booths through the occasional gaps in the crowd. He had already shamed himself with both axe and hammer, and though the allure of pie was strong he had no wish to demonstrate incompetence with the bow as well, especially before the paladin. Also the pie had to contend with what was becoming an irresistible blend of aromas from the banquet being prepared. The dwarf's stomach grumbled audibly.<br/><br/>"Pixie's Kiss" was, of course, out of the question entirely. Five silvers! Old Glendruka back in Sweetspring would let you get to the third stone for half an armload of firewood and a chicken. Dunn couldn't see inside the tent, but he knew there was no woman worth five silvers.<br/><br/>He called up to Aria over the growing noise of the crowd. "They say the food's free, but I'm not sure. Seems lots of free things come with a catch. But if you'd care to sit with me, I say we grab a spot at the tables before they fill up." He squinted up at her, the angle of the sun happening to send a halo of light around her head, and suddenly realized that there was something different about her. Beyond being a paladin, he thought. Something not quite human? Dunn had known dwarves all of his life, goblins for most of it, the occasional gnome and that one group of a dozen halflings who'd come through town with their pitiful excuse for a carnival. He'd run into a few elves since leaving home, and of course there were stories about them. And then there was Solniss, who seemed to have done a grand job of vanishing into the crowd. But he'd never met, or heard of, anyone exactly like the woman walking next to him. He had half a mind to say something. But then, that might have been rude.<br/><br/>Their walking pace had brought them closer to the man with the bow. Suddenly uncomfortable talking with Aria, Dunn raised his voice to draw the newcomer in. "You look like you're from out of town too, friend. Care to eat with us?" The elf had a bow. Either he'd already found work here, and might know who was hiring. Or he was still looking, and Dunn could scope out the competition.<br/>