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Moore

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2.26 “Moore.”
2.26 Moore sighed hugely, and rubbed at his chin with fingers the size of plump sausages.
2.26 Moore sighed and stood over the mage. He planted one finger on the man’s back as he struggled to rise.
2.26 Moore’s face wrinkled up with confusion, but he smiled and stuck out a massive hand anyways.
2.26 “It’s Moore, ma’am. I’m very grateful you’ve provided me with such a fine meal, although I must insist I pay.”
2.26 Erin babbled as she gently shook his hands—or rather, a few fingers of his hand. Moore smiled, and gestured towards the door. Erin realized he was trying to get out and hurriedly stepped aside.
2.26 Moore shook his head and smiled at Erin.
2.26 “I do believe you’ve embarrassed Moore. He’s not used to someone being so concerned for him.”
2.26 Jelaqua smiled as she pointed at Moore who’d just returned, ducking his head as he reentered the inn.
2.26 “Moore is part-Giant as you know. He’s our [Mage]. Our only spell caster, unless Ceria joins us. Next we have Seborn, our [Rogue]. He’s a Drowned Man.”
3.27 M “Oh, let her sit here. Where are those chairs? Oh, thank you, Moore.”
3.27 M “We’re used to arguments over it. And with how much Moore can drink, well, it’s good to get that out of the way, especially when we’re trying to negotiate.”
3.27 M That came from the huge giant, Moore. He had a surprisingly soft voice and he nibbled at one of the doughy discs very carefully.
3.27 M “Dead gods. This isn’t good stuff. How much do you pay to stay at this inn? Anyways, the last time we went into the dungeon we ran into a pit trap the length of the entire corridor and fifty feet down. If Moore hadn’t cast a spell we’d be dead. But after we landed—guess what was at the bottom of the pit? A colony of Metalbite Slimes.”
3.27 M “Selphids aren’t popular on Izril—less so than Baleros, incredibly. All the rumors about my kind lead to suspicion and paranoia. As for Moore…someone with a quarter of a Giant’s blood in him is hard to feed, let alone find a bed for. Oh, and apparently Seborn smells like fish.”