The juvenile gnome looked at the pressure valve on the butt of his gun. Through a complicated mechanism, the ingenious architect, he likes to be called-had managed to get his rifle to expel a cloud of gas which in contact with combustion air enter instantly.
Egon's eyes reflected concern, in everything around Marsémber was involved in the chaos troops backed pirates Zhentarim elite soldiers were fighting with dragons purple and disciplined regular army troops cormyreano. Some places were safe, but the port was still on dangerous ground. The fight was not theirs, of course I had a gun and know how to handle, but hated the fight above all, his was locked into his study and design all types of gadgets. However, there was.
had lost her colleague Onaneth while fleeing a patrol a few blocks back, but he was not concerned with his dwarf friend, the fight was his life and knew that was a tough businessman, but he was there, hidden in an alley and hoping not to be discovered.
A slam him from his dreams, someone had entered a nearby house. He heard the cry of a woman who froze his blood and made it move further into the dark alley to flee the scene. He walked briskly when dug into their pockets and found it.
A small round pin with the symbol of a silver harp on the back. He was a harpist. The statement made him stop short and regain courage. Would not allow these thugs stormed just like in a house and to harm innocent people.
The little gnome forcefully took his gun, turned and walked toward the house with a decided air, he opened the door of a slog and shouted For goondas!
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