Joric Ironfist
For the time being, Joric decided to ignore the confusing discussion about elves and magic, for as a dwarf, he had experience with neither. He also wasn't sure how much of it was serious or how much of it was in jest.
"Listen 'ere, friend," Joric approached Aureus with a serious expression, and reached up to put a hand on the taller man's shoulder. "When I see a lad like you, wearing a mask like that, I don't think 'oh, he's just a traveller, nobody special.' No, I think 'this lad wants to kill me, scoop out my eyes, and roger my sockets.' And my response ta that is to pull out ol Addy 'ere and chase 'em off. If you don't want to be recognized, just put on a 'ood, keep your 'ead down, and don't make eye contact. That mask draws more suspicion, not less."
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Gareth
Gareth was tense as he approached Falador castle.
It was a deliberate tension. Not the tension of a man who was walking into an enemy's stronghold, but the tension of a lowborn blacksmith who had never stepped seen the inside of a palace in his entire life. He stopped, in view of the guards, and appeared to marvel at the castle's high walls and towers. Then he took a deep breath, crossed the bridge, and approached.
"I'm Guh-" he cleared his throat, "-Gareth. Sir Amik Varze summoned me here?"
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In the Mines
Alas, no message could be sent to Keldagrim, for the Black Knights had collapsed the tunnel leading back to the great Dwarven city.
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
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