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Looking for work
A dwarf wanders through the city. His iron axe hanging from his left side. His beard has small crumbs of food and dirt lodged in the straggly hair. His pants have large holes in the knees. While the edges of his shirt is tattered and ragged.
"Anybody have a job for a dwarf" I yell
"Anything at all"
"Maybe some food,"
The dwarf scratches his beard and looks at a nerby merchant.
"I got a good idea,"
Then Tharion goes and pushes over a bunch of the merchants items then Tharion laughs and points at the merchant.
Last edited by Tharion; May 24, 2004 at 06:33 PM.
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