NPC - Burdo Deepsilver's page

Burdo shrugs and his eyes take on a far away look at Andrei's question, "We've come to find a new home. New mines. A place to forget the past and start over."

Nodding toward his brother he sighs and shakes his head as if warding off bad memories, "Crazy as he is, he's the only family i have left and I should make sure he doesn't cause any more trouble."

With that he gets up and excuses himself from the table.

The dwarf turns to Andrei and in a typical taciturn, dwarfish manner says, "Bah! I doubt I could call the fool a friend. Family. My adlebrained brother, Porter. I'm Burdo by the way."

He shakes his head while taking another hunk of cheese from the dwindling block. "One o' these days he'll end up splattering himself all over the walls with his alchemy and concoctions, but not likely today. No that was more bang than boom."

About that moment the other dwarf wonders back into the courtyard. His cloak, shirt and pants all stained with a coating of dirt and mud. His hat, however, is still a clear striped red and yellow although it seems a bit droopy. Almost as if it was...disappointed.

Turning away from the sight of this brother with a sigh, Burdo focuses his attention on Andrei again, "I don't believe I caught your name or why you're wandering these parts."

As everyone sits around the table suddenly a dwarf bursts out from the back side of one of the wagons. His beard and eyebrows are singed as are several areas of his brightly colored and multipatched cloak. As he scurries around the corner in a furious scamper toward the gate, his red and yellow striped stovepipe hat bounces lightly a top his head. Something in a clay vile, held straight out from his body as far as his short arms can reach, smolders, pops, crackles, and sizzles as he dashes outside the gate. A few minutes later a loud, thunderous explosion echoes through the midday air. Followed a few minutes later by the scent of sulphur, chamomile, and lemon.

Another dwarf, dressed in much more traditional leather and cotton pokes his head out of the wagon and shouts, "I told you not to mix in too much Star Thistle with the nitrates and distilled Grogan's root." Shaking his head he mutters under his breath, "Fool dwarf will be the death of me yet." Just as he steps up to Thad.

Addressing the paladin he says in his gruff voice, "Welcome back elf. Pointing to the prone Kressle and new prisoners he says, "It looks like you had some good hunting."