Glodin saw Argus and Marcus not far off and made his way over to them. [color=00a651]"Oi lads! I see both of ya are having a good time! I wanted to let you know that I finished the repairs on your armors and weapons. I thought you would like to know."[/color] He said with a proud grin.

Before he managed to excuse himself, he saw a younger man walk up with a keg and offered his comrades a drink. [color=00a651]"Mind if I join? I barely even had a sip o' ale today."[/color] A large grin spread across his face, this one not of pride, but with victory and a fire in his eyes. He knew he could win against Argus as how far off his brethren was, and with his Dwarven constitution he could probably stay sober longer than Marcus. Or at least that was what he thought. And only the drink knew who would truly win.