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"Dark magic like that is best left alone. Me gram'd say, 'The only good use for bones is in a stock. Gray Lady doesn't take kindly to bone witches.'" Bruco thinks for a moment, then continues. "Calmont fessed to being under Voz's thumb. I doubt it's a coincidence, him causing trouble and her mucking with dark powers. Time to have a little talk"
Bruco barks out a short exclamation of surprise and pain, then grits his teeth, raises his shield, and swings his arm back before attempting to crash the spiked ball of the flickmace down on top of the dragon's head. Encouraged by how deeply the first swing pierced into the dragon's scales, Bruco launches a wild swing for side of the beast's head but misses completely.
To heroes everywhere! To Cayden Cailean! Bruco raises his cup with gusto before draining the contents and setting it down with a thok. After taking a moment to enjoy the warmth of the ale in his belly and the camraderie in the room, he begins chatting up nearby adventurers to try to get a feel for the room and what's to come.
Bruco Asellus is a short, squat man covered in muscle and scars. Reaching 5' tall with the aid of his sturdy boots, he's no stranger to short jokes (even gaining the nickname "Shanks" from some of the goblin tribes he has spent time with) but takes it all in stride with an unflappable attitude and good humor. Having studied goblin tribes for many years, and by extension the dragons that some tribes worship, Bruco has decided to take up the study of dragons himself. He hopes Breachill's call for adventurers will afford him the opportunity, with an added bonus that he will be closer to home than he has been in a couple of years. A good adventure should provide him with more than enough money to finance his studies and have enough to bring back to his family's farm. |
