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Xaver
"Sorry, Pandaros, I just figured searching around was a job better suited for a scout or a thief, than a dwarven cleric." Xaver grabbed the wooden club, examined it for a few seconds then gave it a swing. The "weapon", if it could be called a weapon, was too large for him to wield properly, and probably as valuable as the pile of straw on the creature's bed. The dawrf dropped the piece of wood and approached his companion. "Found anything among those boulders?"
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