Kann Day I

The tavern door stole Thorin's attention for a quick glance, which showed a human. The double take revealed that the human had only one arm! Slightly stunned at seeing someone with such an injury, he almost missed what the leader of the gang said. As the man gave Thorin a rather nasty look, Galkhirril uttered some thanks and then scolded the men standing in front of him.

Suddenly, Dek's voice rose above the noise of the inn "Hey, there! Hoop-la! The Rovers are in town!..." and Galkhirril turned to his two companions and asked them to help get the tavern to join in on the song. Thorin took the moment of peace to walk back toward his table, where he had left his mug, and relax. As he sipped his ale, or rather tried to before realizing he was out, he turned his ear to Dek's voice, climbing easily over the din. Thorin let out a hearty laugh when he heard the words of "Rover Nancy", a tune he had heard more than once on his travels, being sung by the lad. "The Rovers are a carefree lot, they are. But by my beard! A young lad shouldn't know a song like that!"

He chuckled to himself a bit before glancing around the tavern. Noticing that the gamblers seemed quite focused in whatever form of dicing they were doing, those two men chatting with Hragnúr looked a mite suspicious and all too serious for the friendly atmosphere of the tavern they were in. "Now what? They don't seem to be causing any trouble, but you never know with types like that. I'll just have to keep on eye on them. In fact, that other group of men still seem to want to start something..." His thoughts drifted and the ale he had already consumed finally started taking effect. Slowly, ever so slowly, his eyelids dropped and his chin fell on his chest. Soon, he was fast asleep, weary from his journey and drowsy from too much ale.

Bwarth

As he stumbled into the doorway, he wasn't sure which tavern he had finally made it to but that was that last thing on his mind. Well, almost the last thing. He somehow made it to the bar where he stumbled into a man (Ruil) standing there. "Watcsh where you're going! And don't ye try to trip me again!" He grumbled to himself as he shouted for an ale. Stupid humans! Always coming in here and drinking our ale! They shouldn't be serving them here at a good dwarven tavern. Humph!

He grabbed his mug and turned around, running right into the same human and spilling some of his ale on him. "Ye bloody clout! Get out o' my way befor' I gets angry!" Bwarth could feel his anger rising. Oi bet this here human is doing this on purpose! He probably wants me ta spill all of me beer! That lousy no good... as Bwarth kept insulting the man in his head, he reached down to his small belt knife.