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A man by the name of Aedan sits in the Sundren Comfort, radiating anger.
He spins a sorry take of dwarven misdeeds, of being kidnapped by two dwarves, one named Gromlin, the other Brunus. He tells of how he was beaten unconcious and hauled beneath the Veritas mountain to be tortured and mutilated. His spent, almost dead body thrown into one of their yawning mass graves where faith and providence saw fit to save him from the lime.
He speaks of plots, rumours and treachery in the heartlands of Sundren, and with each of his words the livid and angry fresh brand mark on his face twitches - A perminant reminder of the dwarves evil - a puckered and purple scorch on his flesh, a final, fresh, mutilation that marks him as an enemy of the Veritas.
He spins a sorry take of dwarven misdeeds, of being kidnapped by two dwarves, one named Gromlin, the other Brunus. He tells of how he was beaten unconcious and hauled beneath the Veritas mountain to be tortured and mutilated. His spent, almost dead body thrown into one of their yawning mass graves where faith and providence saw fit to save him from the lime.
He speaks of plots, rumours and treachery in the heartlands of Sundren, and with each of his words the livid and angry fresh brand mark on his face twitches - A perminant reminder of the dwarves evil - a puckered and purple scorch on his flesh, a final, fresh, mutilation that marks him as an enemy of the Veritas.