| "Have you beds for one more dwarf-friend?"
At first it was as if Ambron didn't hear the question, he kept on looking upwards to the sky.
After a couple of seconds he dropped his gaze down from the sky and looked at the man in front of him, he had seen him before; in the Green Griffon.
Just as he wanted to answer, Yllidan came rushing outside. "Something's are here..."
Faster then he had realised Ambron stood up from his bench unsure what to expect; surely Yllidan wouldn't get excided over nothing so it must be serious.
"What is it? Is it ... him? No... that wouldn't make sense."
__________________ Guinness is good for you.
Gives you strength. |