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the dwarf and the hafling were obviously disturbed by the two gnomes who were chit chatting so close to them. The dwarf, dressed in chainmail, red beard, with a scar cross his forehead, slammed his mug hard on the table. The halfling nearly jumped on his feet.
Half turned, the dwarf shouted to the gnomes:" Shut yer bone holes, me'z tryin to talk here!" None of the patrons bothered to look up, obviously they either fear or are used to the volcanic tempered dwarf. Someone in the back threw in:" take it easy, Master Vangard"
"Shut ye mouth too, pursecutter, if ye be wantin ye teeth to chew yer meal" The dwarf snarled
The hafling resorted to a helpless sigh, and noded apologizely to Julia and two gnomes.
[This message has been edited by 250 (edited 10-24-2001).]
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