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"Bring on the finest midwestern brew! Time to Celebrate!"

The old dwarf laughs "Now that's mi'boy. Respect and courtesy. Reminds me of a young Mortimer... even the falling off the wagon trick.
Har Har!"

"Well said HammerTale. well said."

Ernest settles back down and relaxes with his ale

The old dwarf slams his fist and stands "Boy! I've been shooting the hats off of pipsqueeks like you since before your grandfather was the twinkle in his mother's eye. Now - where's those Oysters i ordered!"

The old dwarf in the corner scoffs at Dicky "Back in my day, the BarKeeps knew how not to insult their patrons to their faces. I guess times be changing still... Pour the halfling from the McMasters keg - and another for me and my barrister here!"

the dwarf grumbles to his companion... "gunpowder and beer - nothing better smelling in the world."

"Now i knew this fine lass by brother was interested in... A half-orc tribal leader across the pond. Led her army against the giants and trolls... I tell ya she was just right for him... if only a little tall. Nobodies perfect." the old dwarf ponders....

"And it's true you don't see many Dwarf-women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, that they are often mistaken for Dwarf-men"

"hey Dix' - the structure is perfectly sound. We're brining in a cleric to stoneshape the foundation just a bit to shore it up and build that vault you requested. Ain't no thing to it. Just looking forward to that hellfire whiskey you make." the old dwarf pulls a half barrel out and pours a round.

A certain Gunslinger/Rogue i know used this on +1 golem-bane adamantine bullets.