Soriun's face grew serious. "My reasons for joining this quest are my own, but it is a quest that I cannot refuse. I will do my part to help the Prytians recover what is rightly theirs, and punish those who would seek to deny you your heritage. I swear by the axe of Clangadin that I will not fail in my task." With that the dwarf pulled his battle axe from it's sheath across his back, knelt down before Lord Pelspin and put his forhead to the blade, muttering a string of prayers to his god. When finished, he reslung his axe, stood up and smiled. "Now, about that bed..."
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