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==Atmospherics== |
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* Diwitt glances at you then asks with a leer, "You come here to give ol' Diwitt a kiss? |
* Diwitt glances at you then asks with a leer, "You come here to give ol' Diwitt a kiss? |
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* Diwitt glances at you then asks, "You need something, or you just here to steal cigars?" |
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* Diwitt pauses from his work to pick his teeth with a nail. After examining what he'd dug from his gums, he flicks the debris away and pounds the nail into a shield. |
* Diwitt pauses from his work to pick his teeth with a nail. After examining what he'd dug from his gums, he flicks the debris away and pounds the nail into a shield. |
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* Diwitt pauses from his work and takes a deep puff from his cigar. He coughs, spits on the ground, and wipes his nose on his sleeve before picking up his hammer and going back to work. |
* Diwitt pauses from his work and takes a deep puff from his cigar. He coughs, spits on the ground, and wipes his nose on his sleeve before picking up his hammer and going back to work. |
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Latest revision as of 18:22, 22 April 2026
| Diwitt | |
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| Status: | Alive |
| Race: | Elf |
| Gender: | Male |
| Location: | Santazel's Lean-To (Ranik Map 107) |
| Type: | shopowner |
Owner of the repair shop on Mer'Kresh. Repairs all armor, weapons & tools.
Description
Greasy-haired and dressed in a ratty tunic (made from real rats) this disheveled old Elf looks as though he might chew the nails he uses in his repairs. But, instead of nails, he chomps a half-smoked cigar, spitting and flicking ashes as he wishes.
Atmospherics
- Diwitt glances at you then asks with a leer, "You come here to give ol' Diwitt a kiss?
- Diwitt glances at you then asks, "You need something, or you just here to steal cigars?"
- Diwitt pauses from his work to pick his teeth with a nail. After examining what he'd dug from his gums, he flicks the debris away and pounds the nail into a shield.
- Diwitt pauses from his work and takes a deep puff from his cigar. He coughs, spits on the ground, and wipes his nose on his sleeve before picking up his hammer and going back to work.
- Glancing out of the lean-to, Diwitt whistles at a shapely young woman passing by.
Diwitt calls out to her, "That swing oughta be on a back porch, honey!" He leers, unrepentant as the woman throws him a scornful look and continues proudly on her way.