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Haha indeed! I think I can teach ye ta cuss! Hahaha! Jeggrim bellows in laughter at the prospect. Ye're full 'o surprises Priesty! Jeggrim renews his laughter.

At the mention of dwarf females Jeggrim shifts uncomfortably. Well, uh, yeah. I suppose that would be right wouldn't it Staryth? Jeggrims eyes are wild now, Bah! I can't hid me thoughts any more 'an an orc can hide his smell! Meself has....never seen a dwarf lassie 'afore Priesty so I can't rightly tell ye about their beauty. Torag strike me down if this be blasphemy, but I can't tell ye that I wouldn't find a woman with a beard like me own very beautiful! Gah! ye've already managed ta back me in a corner Priesty. Some dwarf I is huh? In case ye haven't already noticed, I haven't spent much time with me own kin. Me mother dropped me in the forest when I was a young lad. I don't remember anything but her eyes. They was scared although I can't tell ye of what. I remember that much, but nothing more. I spent me youth among the bear cubs and wolf pups, huntin 'an livin like a feral child 'o the wilds. 'Till a band 'o hunters found me....Bah! ye don't wanna hear such boring tales. Ta answer yer question direct; I don't know what a dwarf woman looks like! And I don't rightly know if I'd be attracted ta her if I did! There ye have it! Jeggrim huffs and puffs indignantly, waiting for the inevitable onslaught of laughter and jokes his big mouth had opened the door for.

Edit: Staryth you ninja! Lol. Yeah but what you're making up is good stuff. I'm fairly sure that dwarf woman with beards went out with 2nd Edition. At least thats the last time I remember hearing about dwarf women having beards. In fact in the book "Demihuman Deities" there is some funny artwork of female dwarf priests with little beards! To be honest the artist did a good job of keeping them feminine despite this lol. Keep up the good work Staryth. That's the beauty of RP such as this; you can make stuff up and we can roll with it and create our own mythos as we go! Cheers!

Jeggrim eyes the horses suspiciously. He approaches one a bit apprehensive, sticking out one hand cautiously making to pet the snout of the one that is to be his, in a whispered voice Hey there ya bit 'ol beastie. Yer a fine lookin one ain't ye? And we're going to get along just fine ain't we? He attempts to pet the horse. Handle Animal. I figure if I get a 10+ the horse will be calm enough at Jegg's touch to still his insecurity. Below 10 and Jegg will have a bit of trouble adjusting. Here we go 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12Ok nice!

The horse seems calm enough and Jeggrim's confidence grows, and before he knows it, he's giving the horse a proper rub down with a soft brush, whispering in its ear. Ye need a name don't ye? I hear that all 'o the long-un's best horses have proper names. Hmmmmm. Ah ha! Ye shall be me Thunderhoof! Haha a mighty name fer a mighty beast! Jeggrim looks satisfied. He plants his hands firmly on his hips, looking one last time at the beast before turning to the party.

I am ready as I will ever be. May Erastil and Desna be with us

Who be they poin-ear? I think I've heard their names whispered by long-un trappers and hunters, but ta be honest with ye I know little 'o them. And ta yer own god Priestess, I must admit the same.Jeggrim lowers his head, off-handedly inspecting his boots, Aye, I must admit I know little 'o the tenants 'o me kin's own god. I've prayed me whole life fer his guidance, and tried me best ta live be what I think he would be choosin, but to be honest with ye, I've never heard a reply to me prayers, and I'm thinkin maybe he's not hearin me. Jeggrim scowls at his own honesty Never told a soul any 'o this and now here ye are spillin yer guts to what may as well be strangers! Shut yer trap ye dolt! Maybe ye'll all be willin to share a bit 'o yer gods wisdom with a crusty dwarf like meself?

Jeggrim listens to Staryth relate the history of the dwarven language, intently focused. Gods a proper dwarf I is...I know nothing of this! No wonder Torag's forgot about me, I ain't much of a child 'o the smith now am I?Of course I'm willing ta help ya Priesty, but ta tell ye the truth, I'm thinkin Staryth a better tutor than meself! His command of history and tradition 'o our language is far superior to me own. If ye want yerself a tattoo tho....Jeggrim trails off laughing.

Well that answers me questions then! Sounds like we'll be needin ta run like we got a dragon at our heels! Yay for sore rumps an' chaffed thighs! Jeggrim is half sarcastic but genuinely enthusiastic. With a bit 'o luck we may yet find a bit 'o fun on the road anyways! I don't know bout the rest of ye, but meself is as ready as any could be. I cast me vote that we set off at once! Jeggrim crosses his arms Not sure how I feel 'bout this armor. Bit snug fer me own liking, but I'm not doubtin the advice 'o properly trained warriors...I just...itches! Jeggrim begins tapping his foot impatiently, not the sort to stand around sparring needless words, a look of determination set upon his face.

Jeggrim soaks it all in, listening intently to the man's words, trying his best to take mental notes of the details. When the man is finished he quips, Maybe me math skills ain't all that great, but is it 200miles as the hawk flies? 'er 200 miles as yer horses are ta run it? 'Cause by me reckoning, at 30 miles a day that should put the lot 'o us in Falcon's Hallow at seven days no? Or am I missing something? Are ye expectin us ta be delayed along the way, accountin in the nine day window?Jeggrim ponders his own question for a moment before continuing, And aside all that, what exactly are we haulin if ye don't mind me askin? I don't mind riskin me hide for a fair bit 'o coin, but meself would be feelin more confident if meself is ta be knowin all the facts.

Lol. Did that drink come with a tampon Fulito? (I kid, I kid!) I honestly developed a taste for fruit flavored liquor this year...before that it was just Pabst Blue Ribbon by the case load lol...

Back on track...

Yeah I'm thinking we need a way to disguise our real cargo and purpose. If we knew of something around here that sells for cheap that can be sold at our destination for not so cheap...well all the better! At a minimum we need to all come up with a good story to tell if we get stopped along the road!

"And to answer your question, I'll be happy to help you, Jegg."

Though I maybe slow to respond. Busier night than I anticipated.

Me too. I have company over and keep stealing away like a halfling to check in on things!

It sounds like the DM assumes we "purchase" those items and have 1200 left to spend, or about ~200gp a player. Jeggrim really doesn't need much (he's not very keen on worldly possessions, I'm down to spend my share however the party sees fit).

So tell me cousin, ye ever ride one 'o them horses 'afore? Ta be honest wit ye, I'm not too keen on bein at the mercy 'o one 'o them beasts! In fact I find meself more at ease round bears and wolves them horses! Jeggrim bursts into laughter at the absurdity of his situation. Its soundin like speed and shadow are ta be our friends ta see this though though...so I suppose I'm up fer tryin!And indeed, if any gruntin 'o groanin, 'o heavy liftin is needin ta be done, ye've got yerselves a pair 'o dwarves stout as any that ev'r walked!

Following Miriannes lead, Jeggrim falls into step, taking in the sights of the city around him. Shouting at the human man he hadn't met yet, but piecing together his name from Gill's proclamation, Damaran, why don't ye join us? Haven't spoken two words ta ye since ye walked in the door and fell from yer chair! I'm 'sposin now's a good a time as any. Best we get ta know ye 'afore we find ourselves on the road surrounded by gods know what!