World of Lothlorien IC

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Tori Soulforge

As the Tavern fills for the evening quarters become close and Tori becomes uneasy. Humans have never interested him much, sure he would have a chat with them or trade with them but that is the extent of it. As far as Tori was concerned humans were ignorant to their surroundings and only willing to increase personal stature, rather than helping kinsman.

Tori continues to drink is stouts in a methodical manner, watching patrons faces turner deeper shades of red with each passing drink. Out of the corner of his eye, Tori sees a young male, early twenties fall off of his stool. The bar keep calmly walks over and drags the lad out side and tells him to go home. This brings a roar of laughter from the remaining men.

Finishing is 4th of 5 stouts Tori glances over to his new found friend Smelkie. Being a halfling his little langs were dangling off the side of the chair. Ah little one im glad I met you, its good to have somebody to relate to when you are so very far from home.

With that thought Tori's mind begins to drift back to the days in the mountain where his clan forged weapons and armor for the fighting units. He longed to be deep with in the earth, being able to smell the damp air and touch the cold stone with your bare hand.

More laughter from the patrons brings Tori about from his daydream, he looks up to see grown men spilling stouts and slapping each others back like their isn't a care in the world. Tori smirks to himself and starts sipping on his last drink.

"So smelkie, tell me a bit about your self, the usual stuff. like where did you grow up and that sort?"

Conversation had always been difficult for Tori, dwarfs tended to isolate themselves from the world and thus communication starting was never a high priority. Having enough charm to get a mate was their only real concern.