Gnomeregan
Gelbin finished wiping the blood off of his Mechano-Strider, as a result of the troll's still bleeding head. He always wondered what the bounty masters did with those kinds of trophies. Bruenor came back with a mile on his face.
"A nice city ye got here, Gelbin." Bruenor replied.
Gelbin mirked a little at that. "You haven't even seen the whole city itself, and you're impressed with the entrance? I didn't know dwarves were this easy to impress."
"Ye don't need to see a whole city to get a feel for it, ye know." Bruenor glanced over to the incoming caravan, a large cart almost rolling up next to them. Bruenor looked to Gelbin. "I need to talk to ye in a bit, but first, ought to spend some of this money."
This comment would likely be in earshot of several of the caravans, who, being the money-grubbing people they are, suddenly looked a lot more friendly.



