The Green Dragon Inn #11 - The Last Chapter

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

Frór looked upon the person who adressed him and then burst in to laughter. . .
"Well If that is all you heard of dwarves I would be dissapointet" he said half laughing. " Denie it, I will not as your information is correct. You see we dwarves are sturborn those mithril shirts that time cannot decay, we could walk from Mordor with out food and still hold our drink better than most men"

Frór leaned back in his chair looking at Penn, hoping for a sign of admiration. . . When he realised this was most likely not to come, he spoke in the most dwarfish tone he could: " A wager you say. Since I have not been drinking so much as master Ibun I will participate in this one, just for the fun. Please sit down and join us"

"Travelling you say, Not by any chance on your way to the Blue Mountains are you?" Frór asked as penn pulled out a chair and joined them.