[color=fff200][h1]Jack Thorne[/h1][/color]
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[color=fff200]"Would you excuse me a second?"[/color] Jack asked, standing up and heading out the back. For a while there was just the regular chatter before the sounds of screaming overpowered it. Those who knew dwarven were either blushing or impressed that someone knew so many swears. After thirty seconds, he re-entered the room, adjusting his hat, and returned to the table.

[color=fff200]"That's better."[/color] Jack said, his face like a contented cat, [color=fff200]"Apologies, I've had a few (dozen) bad experiences with ancient treasure maps. Things are buried for a reason."[/color] He lamented that he didn't have enough money for another beer, even if this stuff is weak as piss compared to back home.

[color=fff200]"I'm not thrilled about it, but needs must. You have yourself a professional historian and artefact retrieval expert on board.[/color]