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[h2][color=64520A][i][b]Daxos Ironbow[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=64520A]Dwarf, Rogue, Thief, Level [/color]05[/b][/i]
[color=64520A][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 43 / 43	[color=64520A][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 14	[color=64520A][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=64520A][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Southmoor
[color=64520A][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Meeting the group
[color=64520A][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=64520A][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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[indent][color=64520a]“Och now, looks like I’ve stumbled into quite the gatherin’,”[/color] Daxos said with a crooked half-smile as he followed Kosara into the warmth of the Coachhouse. He brushed the lingering snow from his shoulders, his keen eyes flicking about the room — first toward the woman in violet speaking with the pale young lass, then to the scaled figure making his way down the stairs with slow, deliberate steps.

[color=64520a]“Name’s Daxos,”[/color] he began, giving a polite nod to both parties, [color=64520a]“Daxos Ironbow, if formality’s worth somethin’ here. Kosara says ye lot are tangled up in the goin’s-on at the Vineyard, an’ seein’ as I’ve business there meself, thought it wise tae make introductions.”[/color]

He turned his attention first toward the woman in violet, offering a faint, guarded grin.
[color=64520a][i](Carries herself like she’s used tae commandin’ a room — steady hands, sharp eyes. Magic about her, maybe. The kind that hums in the air afore it bites.)[/i][/color]

His gaze drifted briefly to the younger pale woman she spoke to — unfamiliar, but her presence tugged at a faint sense of unease he couldn’t quite name.
[color=64520a][i](Somethin’ off in the air around that one. Not bad, just… heavy. Like breathin’ in old stone.)[/i][/color]

When the scaled traveler reached the top of the stairs, Daxos straightened, tone dipping toward friendly curiosity.
[color=64520a]“An’ here’s another face I’ve not met — fine company, by the looks o’ it. Suppose I’ve found the right lot after all.”[/color]

[color=64520a][i](Scaled, armed, an’ calm — the sort that’s seen battle but doesn’t brag about it. A rare sort these days. Best tae keep the measure of him quiet-like.)[/i][/color]

[color=64520a]“Anyway, I’m glad tae meet ye all, even if I’ve not the names to match the faces just yet. Here’s hopin’ we’ll fix that soon enough.”[/color]
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