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Durgen is rebuilt :P

Durgens snore continued, growing ever louder, a sound much like a puff emanated from the dwarf, the air was soon filled with wretched stink, the dwarf smiled in his sleep.

At the slap to the back, Durgen awoke with a start throwing both fists suddenly, one of which accidentally went straight for Karlov's face. The dwarf yelled, "YEs, FIGHT HAHAHAHAHA.
After which he fell back to sleep as quickly as he awoke.

Surrounded by empty plates Durgen was a mess, his beard was full of half eaten pieces of food that had fallen out of his mouth, snacks for later he thought. The dwarf leaned back in his chair, unbuckled his belt, exposing his engorged hairy belly and quickly fell into a deep slumber, his snore echoing throughout the mess hall.

Durgen didn't walk to the table, he ran. After shoveling as much food into his arms as he could he sat down next to the dark elf. Behind the mountain of food, Durgens lips smacked as he greedily ate is fill. Inedible pieces of food such as bones ended up being thrown behind him. He didn't eat out of starvation despite the appearance, this is just how he ate. And although he didn't get to smash some heads in he considered it a good day.

"More food! he yelled loudly, after which he turned to Chessna'ra with food stuck to his massive beard, "Good food huh?'

"Sounds like I miss a party, makes me sad, oh well at least the orc was set on fire" said Durgen with a smile.

"Well, I am glad your a bit different the ya kin, I am too. I came here looking to have a bit o' fun, then the big man told me to run, so I did. Did you guys do something bad? He looks mad." replied the dwarf. Durgen seemed to take the jog in stride, not seeming to tire, but he did start to work up a sweat, turning his sour smell worse.

While running, Durgen went up to and kept pace with Chessna'ra,"Ive seen elves before, but none like you, whats wrong with ya? Also, why we runnin?

'Okay' said the dwarf before dropping his axe and shield and taking off after the rest of the group, a smile on his face. Despite his stubby legs and breast plate, he moved quite fast, able to keep up with the other long legged contestants.

Entering through the large doors into the fighting pit, Durgen took in what he saw. A group of people were running around sweating up a storm, a burn orc was arguing with a badly bruised gnome, and a large blue ogre with a very irritated look watch over everyone. The dwarf, donned in armor, a axe and shield strapped to his started is walk inside. Anyone he past would notice a distinct unpleasant smell emanating from the dwarf. Walking up to the Ogre, for look to be the one in charge, Durgan asked' "So...I miss much?

My alt/replacement Durgen for review