| ((OOC: Sorry for joining soo late in this dialogue thread, I discovered it today only. I will post now, but if im too late ignore me))
A hard days work was to repaid with a hearty beer. Kazar slowly made his way towards the building a couple of metres away from him. He was short for his race, and abit overweight to, yet surprisingly it did not hinder his movement in any way. He pushed the solid oak door open with his hairy knuckles, and was instalty hit by a wall of air. Smells both pungent and sweet made their way towards his nose, and he sighed happily.
"A beer, Your best please" murmured Kazar
"Excuse me?" asked the barman
"A beer goddamn it"
"right away sir"
The barman hurried away to a corner of the room where stood 3 or 4 barrels of beer. He hurridely poured the Dwarf a glass and set it infront of Kazar.
"Here is to a hard day!" he toasted to himself |