Dr. Anton Krutz sat in the corner of the Eagle's Rest, feeling quite comfortable. Unlike most Dwarves, he did not consume alcohol. Instead, he smoked his pipe, a peaceful, contemplative look upon his sanguine features. He was rather out of place with the loud setting, seeming to be in his own world entire, paying barely any mind at all to the festivities and the others. With a gaze and a smile telling of a mind detached from his surroundings, he looked around the room.
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