Jotric stumbles off the boat and unto the docks having suffered from extensive sea sickness only moments prior. He takes a moment to gather himself, taking a deep breath and analyzing the fortifications of the city as a Dwarf knows a sturdy wall when he sees one. His collection of thoughts interrupted by the man welcoming him he turns his head and looks at him with a glare. He thinks: “ Hur.. what could’a fancy dressed gent’ want wit’a Dwarf hur hur.. “ he begrudgingly extends his arm to greet the man who is no doubt a member of the upper class of the city. He thinks to himself: “ ‘erhaps I could make’em useful hurr.. “ before speaking with a loud and haggard voice. “ Aye, what can I do ye for gent’ fancy man like ye’ need’a bodyguard er’a axe for hire? “
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