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Bergrom noticing the confrontation happening gives a quick apology to Chaetris, before heading over to Mervolar and Balabar and interjecting himself.

"Now now elf, No use wasting your words on the spineless coward, You would have better chances of converting a Drow to follow Tyr."

In a whisper that only Merlovaur can hear.

In a clear voice.

"Hell, Come to think of it, not much difference between Balabar and a Drow, tho at least with the Drow you can expect to be stabbed in the back for a reason."

Bergrom turns to spit with disgust before remembering were he is.

"Bah racist bastard, probably hasn't worked a hard day in his life."

Muttering more curse's under his breath about Balabar, Bergrom catch's sight of Chaetris outta the corner of his eye and decides to go over and have a chat since Bedlam seems untalkative, at least to him.

"G'day lass, barely recognised you their, dressed up as you are. What brings you here tonight? I thought you had another shift?"

Seeing Balabar and his lot enter, Bergrom can't help but wrinkle his nose in disgust before saying in noticeably loud voice.

"Gods above, whats that orrid smell, smells like someone found something dead and rotten and decided they wanted to wear it!"

Bergrom making a mockery of pretending to look for the source of the smell, finally lands his sigh on Balabar and his group and elects a false gasp of surprise.

"Why good Balabar its you! I think someone may have swapped your cologne out for else something my dear fellow."

Muttering under his breath.

Noticing Bedlam outta the corner of his eye, Bergrom makes his way over and gives his fellow dwarf a hearty slap on the back.

"Well fancy seeing you here Bedlam! How are yuh, hope you haven't blown anyone up lately!"

Bergrom chuckles at his own joke, even if it is a poor one.

"So what have you been up to of late lad?"

New stats after some fiddling around and help from Lazyclownfish!

Bergrom cross's his arms in thought as he mulls over Pythias words and warning of impending trouble.

"I appreciate the warning lass and let it be known whatever is coming, you can count on me to keep this town safe, no matter how far it has fallen."

Bergrom just shakes his head sadly at her response to his offer.

"Fair nuff lass, you do what you must, but my door will always be open if you ever find yourself in trouble or just need a quite place to rest. On the other hand you can't be much worse then a few "room mates" I've had before. Once got captured by a small tribe of goblins back when I was younger and was still adventuring, you wouldn't believe the racket those bloody things cause, I am surprised they ever got a nights rest, I sure know I didn't during my stay.

Bergrom goes red at the memory off the capture and eventual rescue and shakes his head as if trying to rid himself of the embarrassing memory.

"Anyway lass I won't keep you to long, the evening is still young and theirs many a folk to mingle with!"

Seeing the matching symbols Bergrom shakes his head in amazement while grinning amiably at Pythia, taking particular note of the drawing.

"Only a fool would disbelieve you at this point lass, you have foreseen to many things to shrug off your dreams as just dreams.

Bergrom takes another look at the drawing to reaffirm it in his memory so he can keep an eye out for it in the future.

"So have you had any more visions of late, ones of dire nature I should keep an eye out for lass?"

Noticing the bruise's on Pythias arms and legs the grin slips from Bergroms face and is instead replaced by a frown.

"Lass I know you need to earn coin to live, but that does not mean you have to let those brutes hurt you like this, A young lass like yourself shouldn't have to work such a profession were men take advantage of you so."

Bergrom thinks for a moment before coming to a decision.

"Lass I've been thinking for a long while and have been afraid of asking you encase I might offend yah, but why don't you quit your work as a lady of the night, sell your house and move in with me, free of charge, I expect nothing off yuh apart from a cooked meal every once in awhile, you can have a room all to yourself no charge, just as long as you quit and do not take to scaring yourself again.

Knowledge, Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Knowledge, Nature: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Clean washed and tidied after a long day Bergrom pass's the doorman, I give him a brief nod of greeting as I hand him my ticket before entering.

Apon entering the Bergrom scans the room before noticing Pythia the poor lass up to something as usual, deciding to try and give her a hand or to at least try and get her to calm down a bit, Bergrom heads over to her.

"Now lass, what are you up to this time, I am sure you were not invited just to stress yourself, Is their anything I can do to help yah?"

Btw forgot I had a skill and language left over, just gonna chuck it in Knowledge dungeons and gnomish.

Also to explain most his equipment I was thinking he gained most of it during his time as a town guard, later on the things like masks and so on he bought once he became a frequent visitor to the mines.