[Saraphim]

Narin started at the dwarf who offered him sausage. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond, and stuttered:

“Erm, no thanks.”

The other dwarf took this as an opportunity to introduce himself.

"The names Loni Stormlegs. And you are?” he asked in a friendly voice, extending his arm (the one not full of sausages) to Narin.

Narin looked at the outstretched hand carefully, then at the dwarf it belonged to. He reached out and shook it.

“I’m Narin.”

A short silence descended. Narin noticed for the first time that he actually was hungry.

“Well, perhaps I could have a sausage or two, er, Loni, was it?”

Loni smiled and obligingly handed him half of his sausage pile. They munched awkwardly for a moment before Narin found a topic to break the silence.

“So, what is it that you, er, do, Loni? I mean, I’m a smith, myself, and I’d like to kind of get a feel about where everyone is, well, occupation-wise, if you er, get my meaning.” Said Narin lamely.

He waited for Loni to respond and hoped he didn’t seem too socially inept.