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Taking the offered flask from the other duardin, May nae be Magmalt Ale, but be still duradin made! thank ye! Fyrgrim knocks back a belt from the flask and hands it back to Connie. He lets out a loud belch, Nae bad at all! be that a bugman’s? Oh, an' i forgot ta introduce myself. I be Fyrgrim, originally o' Lofnir Lodge. As everyone else introduces themselves Fyrgrim seems to take the measure of each person.
OOC: Sorry for the short post. Been a long weekend, and I am headed to bed.
Taking the offered flask from the other duardin, May nae be Magmalt Ale, but be still duradin made! thank ye! Fyrgrim knocks back a belt from the flask and hands it back to Connie. He lets out a loud belch, Nae bad at all! be that a bugman’s? Oh, an' i forgot ta introduce myself. I be Fyrgrim, originally o' Lofnir Lodge. As everyone else introduces themselves Fyrgrim seems to take the measure of each person.
