*Garagrim stepped off the gangplank, his travel bag and axe secured tightly to his stout frame. The wooden board bounced slighty with ever step of his iron capped boots, he inhaled. He scowled behind his braided amber beard as he was just about to take his first step onto dry land for the first time in weeks a man blocked his path. The dwarf was clearly in no mood for these games, but as she glanced about, noting the presence of -very- well equipped guards he controlled his anger and let the man finish. With a tilt of his head he gazed up at the man, his mouth opened revealing cracked and worn teeth as he spoke. "Business is ma own, now piss off with ye, less a course' you're buying me first round." The corner of his mouth turned upwards in a half smile, eager for the mans response.
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