Torinn

Noticing the one human seeming to gape openly at both himself and the tiefling, Torinn grimaces into his drink, as he downs the rest. Hopefully its just the fact that dragonborn are rare around here, and not that his ancestors were black dragons.
The large dragonborn sets down his empty tankard, and then eagerly drops several slices of mutton onto his plate, with only a small selection of vegetables to accompany them. Torinn takes a large bite out of one slice of mutton, when Aeron comments on his bear-tooth necklace.
Understanding well the desire to keep a trophy of one's accomplishments, Torinn nods and speaks around the mutton in his mouth, "In'eed, i' sheems we migh'."
He then grabs the full tankard of Rockaxe, and takes a drink to help wash down the meat, and makes a pleased noise. Its not often that Torinn gets to drink ale, or any alcohol for that matter, living as far away from others as he does.