<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/>Ignoring the Satyr in favor of serving another the dwarf pulled out another mug and was in the process of filling it when the door appeared. Turning back around he stopped for a moment as he watched it open. Eyes kept on the opening door he placed the mug of ale down in front of Dahlia<strong>"Drink it quick lass, might nae get another chance."</strong>keen eyes were fixed on the figure as it emerged, tall...course to him a lot of creatures were. Made no difference to him though, always made it better to knock'em down a peg if he needed to. He took a swig of his ale as the figure spoke and the words rolled around in his head.<br/><br/>He set the mug back down, wiping his beard and mustache with the back of his hand.<strong>"Think most here would be keen ta help, just need ta know what we wou' be doin'"</strong>he said, echoing some of his other companions. both new and...well seems mostly new.<strong>"And where's me manners, wou' ya like a drink?</strong>