[i]‘If you're looking to get into Starkvale, and looking for some bounties to grab, meet me and my friends at the ruins of the old guard tower, north east of the field. Meet us at dusk. I contacted you because I believe you'll be of some use. Hope to see you. 
Captain Kayden’[/i]

Those words were crumpled together as the short, stocky Dwarf made a wad of the paper and threw it away. In the same movement he flicked the small piece of flint that was attached to the thumb of his runed steel gauntlet across the middle finger, drawing sparks that lit the paper afire with a greenish flame as it left his hand.

“Me balls, spilled that much bioric acid on it? Made it early morning, probably didn’t have steady hands yet.”

Halbark nodded in agreement with himself, he had his mask drawn up, the metal plates of it folded against themselves and only the leather that banded it was showing. In the extension of where the wad of paper hit the ground and was burning out he could see a ruined old guard tower that prolonged his nod. With a sigh he moved onwards as his right gauntlet scratched the wood of his backpack while searching for a drinking skin that was attached for it. When he found the flask he uncorked it with his mouth and took a long gulp, eyes closed and head drawn back. When he finished he couldn’t make sense of what was before him.

“What the-“

A good number of little stars where moving in his sight, usually he had to get a few whacks to the head to achieve this effect but here it was without the gnawing pain. Halbark blinked the way only drunk people can but the little floating stars remained. He took a look at his drinking skin for good measure, but it only was the semi-methylated spirit he had been drinking all day. 

“They’re fireflies!” 

Halbark laughed to himself. He couldn’t help but be disappointed when he took another sip of his skin and sprayed it over a few of them without it catching fire.

“Should’ve known…”

He was nearing the tower when he noticed a gap in the tower with a few bricks below it, the showman in Halbark couldn’t be ignored any longer.

“Dramatic entrance is always good for the pay.” 

He walked towards the bricks and started climbing self-assured, forgetting that a dramatic entrance needed an element of surprise, and thus stealth. He groaned and moaned and spat curses about being short as he climbed up, stating something about how all artists must suffer for their craft. He stopped just before the highest point and grabbed a small sack of powder, spreading some over his gauntlets then sprinkling a lot over the hole in the tower. Those inside the tower would be easily able to spot it, especially if they wondered where the deep and dramatic humming came from. The humming was drowned out when Halbark took a big gulp of the same flask he was drinking from earlier, drowning out the:

“For the nerves” as his mouth filled up with the spirit. He then drew his  eerie metal and leather mask, with a gaping mouth down as he gurgled “Showtime”. 

A flick of his fingers lit the powder  aflame with a red smoke spreading, Halbark jumped on the ledge, his thick, studded boots protecting him from the flame as he spewed out the liquor over his left gauntlet, setting it aflame in a similar fashion as the powder to create a ball of fire extending left upwards and leaving his gauntlet ablaze. He did the same with his right gauntlet to complete the image of the bare chested, red tattooed Dwarf standing in the opening in the wall with his arms spread and fists aflame as red smoke slightly obscured him.

“Redemption is near. 
For GURNSON IS HERE!”

He followed it with a deep laugh as he jumped down the ledge, all provided the nervous mage didn’t blast him back into the field the moment he sprung up the ledge ofcourse.