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Raz shifts uneasy as the ship heaves. Noticing another of his kin, he walks over deftly and overhears the cautionary retort to the elven lass. “Ho there kinsman, ye seem ta have outdid yerself at breaking up their fine party. To offer a toast and not partake in spirits is unlike any bearded one iva ever seen.” Smiling he continues, “Strange ye be, all clean and shavd and that. Guess ye been living among the humans fer too long methinks!!! No-matter, it pleases me to see ye and I shall shake ye for good measure if ye will! Raz extends his arm in greeting to Dante. “The names Razinthar, well met chummly. If ye wish ye can call me Raz, and that small beast over der is Beo” Raz points in the stern at a small curled up mass of bear fur trying to stay cool in the shade.
“By the way there lassie...” Winking at Avarthiel “If ye may, I would love to try yer honey suckle wine, it sure beats sitting on my duff doing nutting.”
Razinthar is dressed in fine beasthide armour with green and brown underlay’s. He wears a symbol to Torag around his neck made out of a dark wood of some sort. He seems confident, although a bit brash in tone and words. He seems to speak in broken common, and some of his words are quick out of his mouth and almost seem slurred.