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Bulwar 
Level 13 / day 17 / Afternoon


Bulwar strode through the bristling, but dwindling, crowd of players eagerly making the rounds to their various favored vendors in an attempt to pawn off some trash items or materials. A general tactic for early level funding was always 'sell everything' and pick up any and all drops. A game Delcastle had always played even when at higher levels. People often underestimated how much even high level trash was worth. A message came in from Del but the big man knew without opening it that it contained information about the meet up at the gorge. Ever the problem solver and diligent hero that one. Despite the obvious dangers it was Bulwar who had told Delcastle that the risk outweighed the reward. Once upon a time his brother had spoken of the dungeon on a low level floor that had special items and drops for those of a certain craft, and it always varied, and one such story was the Diamondback Tower. Crafted from the boss rewards of a subterranean dungeon on floor 10 by a mammoth emerald turtle. 
His hands flexed at the idea of having such a powerful shield in his possession. 

The rambling of the mind often caused some to wander without purpose and such was the case as the seven foot tall tank stopped to observe his new and unfamiliar surroundings. A rather unused section of the market that players simply hadn't gone to as often as it was under populated, yet still had some activity. One such noise was the nonsensical rambling of someone in a nearby shop. A quick and inconspicuous glance through the door revealed two women in a conversation about forging. As a fellow blacksmith that caught his attention.

[color=ed1c24]"Excuse me, madams? Couldn't help but overhear." [/color]

His bulk was difficult to maneuver, especially with the two tower shields strapped to his back that made him look like some kind of giant metal beetle from the right angle. Slipping into the room he stood slightly hunched over as the rather low ceiling seeming to crowd in on his space. His call was unheard as one of the girls grabbed the other and dragged her forcibly to the back, to what Bulwar assumed was the forge area. A quick glance under a nearby cloth as they walked away had confirmed that this was a new budding shop. To have this many items on display though..
Bulwar made his way steadily to the back, his heavy plate making every step feel like a hammer striking stone. Though the armor weighed a great deal it was feathers to him with the excessive points into strength he had taken. 

[color=ed1c24]"Excuse me? Hate to be a bother but I couldn't resist the allure of a new blacksmith shop. Names Bulwar. Right hand of World Walkers and supplier to the local merchants." [/color]

He was menacing with his stature and plate but his body language spoke volumes about the calm steady personality that went with it.