From the corner a small but very plump halfling piped up, his reedy tenor awakening the large riding dog curled up next to him.
"Certainly a great folly and a great story" he chuckled at the recounted antics of the dwarf. "But there is certainly something to be said for one with that much spirit, no matter how .... Mislead. In fact a great friend of mine, a Paladin in the service of silver crusade, started off quite Rough and had quite a few follies of his own. But his dedication and strong moral code certainly kept me and frostfang (he gestures to his dog) here out of trouble."
He smiles at the memories of his adventures and his hand tightens around his favored weapon, a heavy iron frying pan.
"Even I am often considered quite incompetent, but I suppose most folks like to keep me around because of my own wanderlust and zeal for adventure. Plus, who doesn't fancy a good ballad now and then, I've been able to charm even the most aggresive trolls with my antics, and there's something to be said for the power of comradery."