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With a reedy, somewhat quavering voice, Thazar adds: "Agreed, then. I am glad to make your acquaintance. I am interested to learn more about the situation, and these tales of body-snatching are... troubling, to say the least. Let's hear what the, ahem, 'Tavern Lady' has to say." It's not clear if Thazar is smirking at this last part, but it seems possible.
Noticing a minor commotion, another dwarf nearby looks up from a mess of parchments at a nearby table. He peers at the strange dwarf in the hat intently, waiting for him to finish. Speaking softly, he steps over to the group. "If you'll pardon my interruption, I also have a certain interest in the investigation of such matters. I am called Thazar, and might be of use to those who seem to travel without the benefit of arcane magic. I am no great mage, but am well-versed in history and languages. I would be happy to contribute as I can." He clears his throat and adjusts a rather odd skullcap that he wears. His demeanor is calm, and he wears rather ragged, grubby robes. Over the robes, a rather substantial leather sash is cinched around his waist, from which hangs a bound book on one side, and a rather aged-looking warhammer from a loop on the other. He clears his throat again, in a rather off-putting way. "I'd be happy to buy a round of drinks if you'd be interested in sharing your tale." |