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Taking a look at Catalina's ferocity in devouring the fish, Broduk laughs once more as he says, "Now that is a lass if ever I met one, face o' an angel and tha appetite o' a dwarf. Cheers ta ya lassie!" Than raising his now half empty pint mug, he will clink glasses with whoever taks part in the toast before throwing back the rest of the ale in one solid gulp.

Broduk simply watches on in amusement as he sat down with his plate of smoked salmon and his mug of true dwarven ale. Taking a deep draw from the mug, he sighs in pleasure as he wipes the excess beer from his lips. This group was turning out to be rather enjoyable company, all things considered. Especially the young wizard who seemed to still be growing into his own shoes. Watching the attractive woman using her looks to get to know the group, Broduk simply guffaws once more as he thinks, Now ye'd never see a dwarven woman do that sort o' thing.

Broduk, a bit shocked at Riben's fluency as well as ettiquette, eagerly takes his hand and gives it a strong shake. Before Riben feels his alrm going numb, the dwarf lets go and respond:

Dwarven

Broduk was about to continue when Zandrick's call caught his attention. Then noting the beautiful (for a human) woman selling ale, Broduk excuses himself as he almos jovially bounds over to see what was all the hubbub.

"What's wit' all tha racket...Hello there lassy, ya got any Junfenhoffen ye can offer ta a thirsty dwarf who ain't yet tasted a true brew in this quaint little town"

Broduk does his best to keep up, his shorter legs makign it difficult for the dwarf to keep up with the longer stride of his new companions. When finally the group pauses, Broduk look curiously at the newcomer but doesn't say much as old friends catch up on lost time.

Broduk give a short guffaw at Armelio's expense before thanking the lad for his offer to show them around. When the crier comes in to announce the beginning of the festival, Briduk quickly goes upstairs to check on his things in his room before returning downstairs and leaving the inn with the others. Listening to the ceremony with a bit of boredom, Broduk lets out a hurrah with the rest of the crowd as Father Zanthus blesses the opening of festivities and the Swallowtail Festival officially begins.

"Well, I ain't be knowin' all tha details, only been here a few days meself. I heard that this be some big festival to celebrate a Temple opening or somthin' like that. All I be knowin' fer sure is we should stick around fer a bit, if anything ta be sampling the ale and taking advantage o' the free food that should be comin' up later today. the warrior dwarf responds as he takes another deep pull from his ale before wiping his beard clean on the sleeve of his sturdy shirt.

Raising a bushy eyebrow at the human sitting next to him, Broduk then breaks into a wide, toothy grin before pointing a stocky thumb at his weapon and saying, "Ye mean this? Ah, guessin' it could look a bit strange, me bein' a dwarf an' all, but I learned it makes a fine weapon. Kinda like a greataxe, but it breaks bones instead o' choppin' flesh." Then pivoting in his stool, once his ale had arrived, he extends a beefy hand to Zandrick and says, "Tha name's Broduk Goblinsplinter."

Coming upon an inn with the Rusty Dragon in stylized letters scribed along its sign, Broduk mumbles off the words in common with a thick dwarven accent before shrugging a bit and pushing the door open. Entering the Inn's common area, the burly dwarf scans the room, looking for a place to sit. Fortunately, he had arrived before it had gotten too busy and only spotted a few people inside, among them a rather tall, slim looking fellow with a young human. Marching up to the bar, Broduk catches the attention of the person behind the bar and simply asks, "Oi, can ye get this poor newcomer a ale, and a strong one at that!" Broduk's voice grumbles as he speaks in the accent of his people.

Broduk groaned as he rolled out of the bed he was renting at the Inn here in Sandpoint. He had been in this town for a few days already, and he was still so unaccustomed to how soft humans like their beds here. Stretching all the kinks out of his 4'2" frame, Broduk then quickly dresses as well as strapps his well-crafted Earthbreaker to his back as he goes out to see a bit more of the town. He had been sent here to try to open up dealing with this town and his home city of Janderhoff. Before he could do that though, he needed to get a sense of how things worked in thsi quaint town. He had already visited the armor shops here, so there was the possiblity of a need for dwarven metals, now Broduk just had to see about how big was the need.

Hitting the street, the dwarf drew a few curious stares as he wandered the streets, he was one of the few dwarves he had seen in town, and a newcomer to boot. Grabbing a quick bite to eat of some strange dish the locals called "flapjacks". Broduk then just wanders the town once more, seeing what thie festival had in store for him.

Here is Broduk, coming in from outside of Sandpoint, so he doesn't know much about anything in this small town :P.

Pretty standard for a dwarf, what is odd is that instead of wielding an axe, which is tpical for his race, he instaed has a finely crafted earthbreaker strapped to his back.

Broduk, Dwarven, Earthbreaker wielding fighter. The almost finished character sheet is under the profile. If you wish to know, this is dathom.