|DM Barbarian Taco|
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Branago looks and watches as the others begin to come in and enjoy the hospitality of the hall. As the questions came rolling in the wide-chested baritone smiled and twirled his handlebar mustache.
To Boleal he comes over his flamboyant grab showing behind his tabard."Yes, it is an old Foehammer recipe. Designed by the renowned dwarven chef Orborgo Foehammer, master Chef and welder of the deadly meat cleaver known as Hewer! It is said it takes the best mushrooms from the fields, the bacon from one of the prized pigs, and the beautiful flour our friends around Ulverin grow. It took him 2 heated months to render the right spices and mixture to get the gravy just right. As for exactly whats in it, well that is a closely guarded secret amongst the Chefs of the hall. Which I assure you will not be privy to any but the most trusted of the clan!" Branago smiled and chuckled as he went down the line.
"Ah Forgemaster Torgrym, I am honored to meet one of the devout of Moradin.I am pleased you answered the summons. Eat some more you never know what might be your last meal!" Branago said moving along with grace not shown by other dwarves.
"Master Bedlam, I do hope you don't spontaneously combust before the Elders get to see you?" he says moving along to the next chosen dwarf.
"Ah Brewmeister Torant, tis always good to see you. Your master personally blessed this batch. Just remember to stay sober!" Another chortle came from his mouth as he waltzed up to Cardamin.
"My dearest Cardamin, your beauty is only as pronounced as your intellect. The elders are still conferring heatedly over the choices they made, and the proper lead you must bear, Until then drink eat be merry, you all have much to talk about, for you will probably be on the road for quite some time!"
As he laughed he appeared with a smooth and graceful slide before the local hero Kilduer Shadowaxe. With a flick of his finger he snapped and a small flame appeared."Would you like a light dear Kilduer? I know you fear no fire?"
As he stands the mercenary comes in. raised by humans, the heralds eyes narrowed and said nothing. Barbarism was best left to the lesser races. As for the battle rage many have, Dwarves refined it to an art ,making them into shock troops known as Battleragers.