daughterofforgottenkings:

 

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She exhausted by now, dreaming of escaping the tavern and making her way back to camp. There was nothing to report to Halbarad, just folk going about their business and eve, but there was a certain infectious warmth to the dwarf. Despite her longing for sleep, Amera finds herself smiling and raising up her tankard, as well. “Indeed, master dwarf. A fine toast!”

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      Ever so cheerful is the Dwarf from the Blue Mountains,
      wide grin never failing his features; the sides of his eyes
      wrinkling slightly as his own tankard knocks against the
      other’s, before he’s  taking a good, long swig of it. 


          ❝a'right, what might i call m’ wonderful
              company f'r this wonderful night ?

fundinson said: come babysit daughterofforgottenkings’ lil brats with me, bro

Dwalin && Bofur babysitting multiple babus?
I feel like this could end disastrously.

daughterofforgottenkings:

 

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She blinks at that, not sure quite whether to laugh or be worried. She’d cleaned up her fair mess of tavern brawls, (the Pony seemed to be a breeding ground for drunken idiots to bother her in the corner, after all,) but hoped the dwarf wouldn’t encourage such. “Well, it was quite a lovely day, after all. Good bit of sunshine and no foul deeds, that I heard of anyway. I will drink to that.”

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        ❝that’s definitely somethin’ ta drink to !

             And following is another gulp of his ale, before
             the dwarf is extending his arm - offering his pint
             up for a clinking of glasses.   


        ❝t’ sunshine and no foul deeds ?

daughterofforgottenkings:

 

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Amera is certainly used to folk having their fair share of drink, but this dwarf, for he’s clearly and undoubtedly one, seems to be able to handle enough for at least three people. “Are you celebrating, master dwarf?” She arches a brow curiously, sipping at her own pint, “Tis’ a great deal of ale, all that.”

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        ❝celebratin’? aye, ‘course !

               and the dwarf lifts his flagon into the air, perhaps
               accidentally spilling a drop or two over the edge
               and onto the rotting wooden table below as he grins. 


        ❝still tryin’ ta figure out what ’m celebratin’, though.❞

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        another flagon of ale goes down, 
               && bofur has no intention of leaving the tavern soon. )