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Res was knocked out when Liliara charged to the doorway. Now he barely managed on his feet. Breathing a frustrated sigh: "
why cannot people relax sometimes?"
Then he saw the next thing, a dart stuck five inchs from where he fell. He was surprised, and turned immediately to Vangard.
Vangard was still drinking happily, completely unaware of the events around him, a not-so-abnormal dwarven behavior once under the spell of fine meads. singing possibily a dwarven song: "rockie rockie ho ho ho ho, her her arghhh, .... ceilings... are failing, chuncks lalala..."
The soldier was already moving, with his fine polished two handed sword unsheathed. Following Liliara closely, he motioned to the table.
Deux, the barkeep, covered his facein terror: "oh, noooo, not another one! You better be sure to pay the damage!"
Without responding, the soldier hit the table with his sword hard, break it in half, small enough to go through the entrance. Putting away his weapon, he held the table like a shield, then looked at Liliara determinedly: "I'll go first, it is my duty."
"Might and Strength!" He roared as he charges through the door way
"Idiot!" Res cursed, then yelled to the new recruit, the human sorcerer, "Do something!"
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