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[h2] Earendil [/h2]
  [color=LightSlateGray]Earendil entered the bar. His face was young and ageless, his hair golden like the oak leaves during the fall. He wore simple clothes;brown robes and long leather pants, and under his robes was a metal shirt, hidden unseen. Earendil took a seat to the left of Lance, he was barely wet from the sea. Earendil glance at Lance from the corner of his eye suspiciously. [/color]

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[h2] Mithril [/h2]
  [color=RosyBrown]Mithril, in his Dwarven form, was on the road. He has been moving since several weeks now. His beard was long and gray, his mustache above his lips. On his beard were braids of metal, wrapped around it like zig-zag of black and gold, and upon his grey hair was broken old crown of stone. His robes were black and red, his chest covered by metal armor, and upon his back was a cape of bear skin. Mithril hoped to see none of those who killed his mother, none of those whatsoever, or blood would be spilled; either his, theirs, or both of them. [/color]