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Dwarfs. Tabetha didn't know what to make of them. Most of them seemed to fit the stereotypes she heard many times; loud, drunk, greedy when it came to minerals and they especially loved ale. Yet, many were steadfast and honorable in battle despite their stature. She sighed. Two dwarves just walked in and immediately, they were the loudest personalities inside the tavern. Their thunderous roars for more ale drowned out all nearby conversations. One of the had the sigil of the Order readily visible on his body.

If they were members of their the order, they were certainly visitors as she did not see them before. The one with the sigil was especially dirty; how far and how fast did he traveled to get here? Perhaps they were the party at the gates? She was intrigued by their tale. Finishing her meal, she walked up to the two dwarfs who were too busy drinking their to notice her.

She tapped the dirty one on the shoulder to catch his attention. "I couldn't help but notice your sigil and that you aren't from here. I too am a member of the Knights of the Dawn. I am knight corporal Tabetha Lockwell. What brings you here?"