posting late at night ahs me seeing dwarves where their are none!
Grabbing his stout, Mord makes his way over to Brelar, eyeing the dog as much as the orc. Raising his tankard " A toast...to the forge father, may he keep yer tankards full and yer hearts full o fire!"
Settling into a seat opposite Keth, "Greetings sir, Mord Forgefist, of clan Forgefist and faithful of Torag, at yer service."
Pausing to regard their other table companions...
"Torag gifted me with clear sight on occasion, and I see no rage in yer eyes, keep it that way and ye wont have to see what other gifts Torag blessed me with."