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"T'aint no such thing as magic, Sir Count Baron, just static electricity from the turtles under the world rubbing against each other causing a reaction in the sensitively attuned. I learned that from a giant shaman, who sold his own movements for fertilizer. He was a good man, pungent but also...

His fingers were stocky and thick, made for power. And yet, with how nimbly and gracefully the other dwarf could twirl that stiletto between his fingers, suggested a bit about his abilities. The outlandish weapon strapped along his hip while he sat off to the side, suggested even more. PT's...