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Baergurt Stunkul
Status: Alive
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Type: alterer

Appearance at Guildfest 409

You see Baergurt Stunkul, a Dwarf.
Baergurt has a square-jawed face with heavy jowls, twitching black eyes and a bulbous nose. His amber-streaked honey hair is shoulder length and curly, and is worn matted down on top in a serious case of "helmet hair". He has pockmarked skin and a pot-bellied build. He is slightly under average height for a Dwarf.
He appears to be an adult.
He has a thick bushy mustache that droops heavily on his upper lip and a long shaggy beard.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing one red sock, one grey sock, a canvas miner's backpack, a stained shirt that is buttoned crookedly, a dented iron ring, a pewter drinking flask, some brown pants with a ripped knee and some filthy steel-toed boots.

Apparent means of picking lucky people

Baergurt carefully hefts his dagger, then closes his eyes. Carelessly, he flings it.

The weapon flies, then hits the wall with a solid thwack, just inches from <person>'s face!

Baergurt barks, "Looks like <person> is the lucky one."
Baergurt strides over and yanks his dagger out of the wall.

The Festival Guardsman doesn't like Art

A Festival guardsman just came through a wide canvas flap that leads out.
Baergurt blinks.
Baergurt drunkenly says, "Crap."
Baergurt stands behind <person>, trying to be discreet.
Dressed in festive livery, the large Gor'Tog guardsman spends ample time drawing attention to a thick cudgel hanging from his belt.
A Festival guardsman quickly advances on Baergurt, snatching him up by his neck and giving him a solid shake.
A Festival guardsman says, "There you are! I told you once, filth, no one is going to buy your crap."
A Festival guardsman exclaims, "Get out of our festival!"
A Festival guardsman gives Baergurt a solid kick.
A Festival guardsman says, "I don't give a bird's foot what you need, scum. You're coming with me."
A Festival guardsman exclaims, "You people are idiots. Letting a drunk scribble all over your things. This is not the quality we want here!"
A Festival guardsman exclaims, "You, come along!"
A Festival guardsman grabs up Baerhurt and huals him toward the exit, pressing a cudgel into his back the whole way.