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!”
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 ?❞
♔