Post by Not so surly dwarf on Oct 14, 2010 13:15:17 GMT -5
The weary dwarf clanks into the Wheel, orders their 'finest' dwarven ale with a resigned shrug and looks around the interior. His keen eyes search the faces of those gathered, until he spots a familiar cap. Paying for his ale and taking the flagon, he smiles slightly and walks towards a wee figure.