[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Crossed Swords.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Ye Olde Mystery Inc, & Nor. [/indent][/center]

Knives? So the dwarf took a stab at it, showing off whatever gave him the edge, pointing out his experiences and if his skills were a sharp as he claimed, maybe he'll make the cut. But if the dwarf was nothing but a hack, if he turned out to be more of a slash and burn, or he nicked something that wasn't his, Thomas was certain Kyra would have no qualms with giving the barber quite the haircut. It was probably better not to trust a man who's claim to fame was his knife skills. Sure a knife in the hands of a dwarf sometimes looked like a rather short shortsword, but Thomas would have rather preferred the dwarf be skilled at engineering and handicraft. Someone who could take a look at his broken astrodynamus and fix it, but the group did need another melee combatant. They were short on those, they had archers, spellcasters, but only one man who could take a beating. Should Keystone be seriously injured or worse, they'd surely not last very long. So really they didn't have quite a choice in the matter? help was help.

[color=bedded]"I'm fine for now Keystone, thanks, but I'd say give it a few and I'm sure we'll find our appetites again. Kyra, Sana?"[/color] A reply to Keystone's question. Well if Keystone was cooking, the eggs would surely be better and by Wee Jas those runny looking eggs were comparably appealing as to the stuff spewing out of the poor innkeeper. Either way, Thomas took it that the dwarf was in now, but still waited for Kyra to give the proper approval, despite only two out of the five present here giving the green light with Thomas's neutral stance. A knife was a dirty weapon. Easily concealed, seemingly innocent, deceptively dangerous in the right hands. And if you believed the sort of thing, you can tell a lot about a man given his choice of friends, enemies, and weapons. Seeing how the dwarf was alone, he had no friends, and enemies? Well, we all had enemies didn't we? So why did he seem so intent on joining up their little investigation?

[color=bedded]"So uh, Sir Dwarf, Apologizes for telling you off the other night, but you must understand the circumstances. But I do have one question to ask, if I recall you were a barber, that was your claim yes? Do tell, where does a barber learn to fight with a knife?"
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