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Someone wake up the elf and we can go see about that two-headed snake.

Leaning back in his chair, Timorel wakes from his nap with a snort and a start. Sitting up, he knocks over his empty ale flagon, rights it, then looks around.

"My ... well ...," he says, rubbing his eyes. Noticing the dwarf, he looks at Grumm and Shybolt. "Don't tell me you've conned this poor soul into joining us? Tales of wealth and glory, was it?" He shakes his head, then reaches across the table to shake hands with the newcomer. "Timorel, at your service."