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OOC:You're right, with everyone being everywhere, it probably is confusing, so....
IC: After a long while of stumbling around aimlessly and muttering various curses, Karzheik tripped and almost fell flat on his rotund dwarven gut, but narrowly avoided tripping even more on his own beard by rushing forward, consequently landing into a pack of people.
'Aye, so they're be others here, I'm not alone in this accursed hole, who be ye, and does anyone know exactly what in the hells is going on here?'
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Resident cantankerous sorcerer of the Clan HADB<br />and Sorcerous Nuttella salesman of the O.R.T<br />  <br /><br />Say NO to the Trouser Tyranny! Can I drill you about this?
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