Duvors

The door suddenly flew open, smacking Nur in the back of the head. A face emerged and peered around for a moment before retreating and closing the door with it. "That's funny, I could've sworn I heard someone."

"Sorry, and no, I'm sorry to say I don't. However I do know a Father Josiah McCreary, he might be able to help, maybe."

"Apparently, but can we please discuss this somewhere else? Somebody must have seen us come in here and I really don't want anyone to jump to the wrong confusion or anything." he said, with a little nervous laugh.

I've just build the figure, I can make the base really quickly too, I'm not certain how soon I can get a photo up though.

"That... was... what? What just happened here?"

"...""I'm leaving now."

That is a rather disturbing combination.

"I'm not certain, but I think it's real. Should I introduce myself now and apologize for intruding upon you conversation or just leave?"

"Oh shut up you twit, you couldn't kill me if I asked you to."

Yeah, take that overused elemental affinity color combos!

Throlar removes his name from Quest 131 and signs up for Quest 132.

No, they get bigger. Big enough to carry entire parties on their backs, it say so in the rules.

Throlar signed up for quest 131, The Kind of Law They'd Understand.

Throlar winced at the incorrect usage of the word 'jelly'. "That would've been impossible. And will you stop pawing me? It's weird."

"..." "I pity those poor people in Salamandria."

"Now now, no need to be vulgar." "Oh, hello there Nur, I didn't see you before."

"I wonder why."

"Titaan, land of mountains and holes. And you?"

"I'm sorry, I was responding to the first question, as to your second, well I am Throlar Wineghilm, at the closest thing to your service I can manage."

"Call it an educated guess."

"That is highly unlikely. Good day, Bloomingham, Eric, Sarge, Heckz, Warlen, nice to see you, not that I believe any of you feel the same way about me, and nice to meet you Mr... you know, not only do I not know your name, but I don't even know what you are. An Imp I'd guess, but I've never seen one before so I could be wrong." Unfortunately (or not, it depends on your point of view) our patronizing not-hero was interrupted by, well, that. His response to this was to cover his ears and go into a state of shock, you'd probably do the same.

Throlar slapped away his hands."Stop pawing me, it's disturbing. Now Mr... Almight? I'd like to purchase a smoke bomb, an ice bomb, and a holy bomb." "Errr... that'll be 15 gold." "Good, Thank you." And with that Throlar was done.

Upon entering the marketplace Throlar's immediate destination was Anwyl's Smithy. "Greetings fellow dwarf! What may I do for you today?" "Greetings." said Throlar, it irked him immensely to have this faker call him 'fellow dwarf', but he didn't say that. "I feel like selling this Mace and Chain, how much could you pay for it?" "Only 15 gold I'm afraid, is there anything else you need?" "No, thank you." He then went over to Dain Almight's Bomb Shelter. "I'll take the liberty of answering that for him, No."

The black armor Sarge was wearing wasn't exactly helpful in his quest to remain unseen, but don't worry, the fact that Throlar got up to go to the marketplace at approximately the same time was pure coincidence. I think.

Throlar was about to say something, but decided it would be cruel to let Eric know he was there.