Within the Friendly Arm Inn..

[Broham2]

A long-bearded dwarf becomes a regular fixture on a barstool at the Friendly Arm Inn. He is usually ‘deep in the cups’ and quite boisterous with his opinions on the current goings-on, especially if a fellow stout folk makes an appearance. When seen about he is often spotted with a blue and yellow shield.

Various rants can be heard, most similar to:

“Got durned Ironfaars! Ain’t been da same since ol’ Foinus been gone! Run out they homes an holed up in da durned trees?! Wut sort o nonsense dat be, innyhow? Dunt care if it be Grummsh, a dragon, er Bane ‘imself.. I aint fer runnin! Runnin is fer GNOMES! Ye ‘ear dat Bentley“ as he laughs.

“Bah! If’n a war is wut dem blasted darklins want, the stouts should take em one! I ain’t fer givin a half-copper fer wut the longshanks be thinkin either. We aint fer needin em. Git me a score of battle-ready beards an we’ll git em a beatin dey wunt soon ferget!”

“Aint a got-durned reason fer em not ta be back at der own gates!”

And when TOO deep in the cups:

“The clashin o steel, the knockin o heads,
Wherever we may roam!
Just keep us drenched in ale and blood,
And fed with broken bones!
We dun’t need nuffin, an we kint be stopped
We aint no bearded gnomes!
We’re guts an steel, and heart, and fire,
The durn’t ol Brokenstones!”

[LeslieMS]

The cooler weather has the red-clad poet indoors more often than not. She usually takes her normal seat at the smaller table, the chair where she can see both the door upstairs and the entrance of the inn.

Most of the time she is quiet as she draws or writes, seeking warm stew and warmed, spiced wine. More often than not she seems to be waiting for something... or someone. when the mood strikes her, she might hum a cheery waltz.

She is mildly amused by the boisterous dwarf, and one particular evening, as she draws, and listens to him rant; she calls over. Her dwarven isn't perfect, but no one half way through Bentley's ale supply would notice...

"If you spend as much energy winning scraps as you do yellin' about them... I would imagine you have a whole -slew- of victorious tales hmm?"

She grins, clearly challenging him to something outside of his usual tantrums and drunken caterwauling... though likely for the sake of her ears as much out of boredom.