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About Grimmstone "Slagshell"

The smell of Cigars permiates this dwarf as he looks you over potentially chewing on an unlit one or having lit it depending on the situation to his side a pair of large rifles lay, well polished and runemarked with his Clans markings he grins widely as your eyes catch the fireams. "Yar lad. /Two./" And shoves his face back into his tankard. His clothing bears the moniker of his trade, tools scattered among his clothing burn and potentially blast marks over his clothes and a pair of well maintained goggles to protect his eyes across his forehead. The Ginger dwarf chuckles dryly, calling for another pint. "What can ol' Grimmstone do for ya?"