AH, The Far North | |
merchant dwarf slave | |
A large dwarf stands here, closely guarding a small bundle of pouches. | |
The merchant is a wise old man, aged even more since his exile here to these horrible pits. His robes have been torn apart by the savage guards and other slaves looking for something of value to keep as their own. The merchant's face is contorted into a visage of pure terror, yet his eyes never leave you, as he carefully decides whether or not you are a threat The enslaved dwarven merchant is in an excellent condition. | |
by Bazilus , 17.12.2001 18:06 MSK |