"I have it on good authority," rumbled a voice almost as deep as that of the Dwarf, "that the ale here is at least agreeable to the Dwarven pallet. As for the food, well..."

Eōrwīga gave the Dwarf and the young lady a knowing wink and a wide smile, his face lighting up as he dragged a seat over and perched himself in the group of recently assembled adventurers, his expression changing to one of mild concern as he spoke again, "I hope you do not resent my presence here?" He asked of those about the table, clicking his fingers as he flung out his hand to each of them, "Eōrwīga, foremost smith of the King - I hereby formerly welcome you to Rohan, and what little stay you are going to have here." After clasping three or four forearms he gestured to a rather buxom lady, as blonde haired and blue eyed as many of the patrons found in the tavern, and ordered an extra flagon for all his newfound companions, regardless of whether they wanted one or not.

"So," he half-belched after a long draught of his rather fine ale, Aldburg brewing the best to be found within the borders of the only recently founded kingdom, "are we all prepared for what is to come? Brave warriors all!" His eyes fell mischievously on Cutleaf and Eolan in particular, lingering on each, before he nuzzled once more into his flagon.

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