The quiet inn

[Thorgram Deepmug]

Thorgram walked into the Stone Forge Inn deep in the halls of Mordhim after a long day of training. There were several patrons sitting at the bar and the surrounding tables. He pulled up a stool and sat himself down at one of the tables. A young dwarven woman walked up beside him.

“What can I be getting you today?”<br>
“A quart of ale.”<br>
“Right away.”<br>
Then she walked back behind the bar and started to fill a tankard and she quickly came back and set it on the table.

“How much?”<br>
“45 tunar.”<br>
Thor grumbled. The price of ale had been steadily increasing over the past few months.

“Dark times indeed.” said Thor under his breath and he took out his coin pouch and set down the tunar on the table. The lady dwarf picked up the money and went on serving other patrons.

Thor started to drink his ale but then he noticed something, the inn was quiet beside the occasional clank of dishes or an order being called out. “Well this wont do,” he thought.

[Thorgram Deepmug]

Thor took a big gulp of his ale and he stood up and started to sing in his loud deep voice.

“We all drink and dig all day.

Listen to the words we say.

Give us beer, beer, beer.

We need it here, here,

All that beeeeeeeeer!”<br>
He took another big gulp of his ale and some drizzled down his beard. The four Dwarves sitting at the table to his right all stood up and joined in.

“The smell of a yellow pint.
Blows away that fierce wind.
Give us beer, beer, beer.
We need it here, here,
All that beeeeeeeeer!”<br>
“Drunken is our beard,
We are not, maybe something else you heard.
Give us beer, beer, beer.
We need it here, here,
All that beeeeeeeeer!”<br>
The remaining dwarves all joined in for the last verse for it was a well known song around these parts.

“Follow our songs in the night,
To know where we hide.
Give us beer, beer, beer.
We need it here, here,
All that beeeeeeeeer!”<br>
“Shots o' Mordhim Spirits for everyone! An' keep em' comin!” Thor shouted.

The crowd of Dwarves cheered wildly. Thor walked up to the barkeep and handed him a emerald he found on the corpse of a Frosteye scout.

“That should be plenty enough to pay fer the drinks.”<br>
“Aye, this will do nicely.”

[Thorgram Deepmug]

The inn was bustling now, word had spread fast that there was free spirits being served at the Stone Forge Inn. There had to be at least 35 Dwarves crowding the small bar now. Then everyone broke out into another song.

“Far within the mountains warm
Far away from surface cold
Deep we dwell, and long we mourn
The Dwarven drinking song!

“Lost are they that seek the sun
Lost and never to return
Below the day is ever done
The Dwarven drinking song!”<br>
“Woe be he that broods to think
Woe the stain of pen and ink
Glory shines from the saline drink
The Dwarven drinking song!”<br>
“But from our dens we must depart
But fear no mortal as we tread
Our kind have been here from the start
The dwarven drinking song!”<br>
“The supper closes with our fist
And brothers I will tell you this
Though life and roads are long
And wrought with dangers, this and that
There are none as proud and strong
The Dwarven Drinking Song!!!”<br>
The noise was almost deafening. The barkeep and assistant were having a very hard time keeping up with the orders. There were drinking games and loud conversations to be heard. A particularly drunk dwarf stumbled over to where Thor was sitting.

“Thaks fer tha drrinks thre Thor, ya knw whatts? I errr umm”

::Thud:: The poor dwarf passed out mid-sentence and lay there sleeping on the floor. “Ah... This is more like it.” Thor thought as he slammed down another shot.

[Elindar]

My fine dwarven friend I am slightly offended that you did not share such revery at our gathering, I, however was not raised in a mine so I will share a verse of one of the songs, sang in the taverns of my fair land,

Elindar starts to pluck a jig on his mother of pearl inlaid lute

In Fayspire where the winter is short, there is a country inn,
Whose wine has been compared to Tunare’s divine,
And it’s waste is considered a sin,
But if you should, find the time to sip it from a jeweled glass,
The unprepared for a taste so fair,
Might drop right on their ass.

One day a barbarian walked through the door of this rural tavern,
he wooted and roared, as the handmaiden poured,
about some far off cavern,
he gulped at his cup and very soon, it was just filled with air,
he staggered a bit to the left and right,
and fell on his derierre

abruptly the music stops. The roars of the patrons fills the room as Elindar bows and is carried off by two comely maids.

[Thorgram Deepmug]

I deeply apologize that our last meeting wasn't as grand as you had hoped, but only recently have I been able to afford such parties. My duties as a member of the Stonegaurd have taken me to places where those Orc scum hide their treasures. But when next we meet there will be a celebration with enough singing and drinking of ale to put the party at the Stone Forge Inn to shame! till then I will teach you another song of the Dwarves.

"A Hammer, a chisel, a big block of stone,
You give me a boulder I'll make you a throne,
With shining white diamonds and gems from the mold
with Silver or Copper or Marble or Gold.
We'll make you a fine bit of armor to wear,
or greater a sword or an axe from there,
and We'll mine the all riches in great Mordhim,
and Forge it in our halls with great golden trim.
A Hammer, a chisel, a big block of stone,
You give me a boulder I'll make you a throne,
With shining white diamonds and gems from the mold
with Silver or Copper or Marble or Gold.
From the rock we will cut the greatest of halls,
With gold on the floor and more gold on the walls,
And we'll make the grand halls a sight to behold,
That will still be there shining when our bones are old.
A Hammer, a chisel, a big block of stone,
You give me a boulder I'll make you a throne,
With shining white diamonds and gems from the mold
with Silver or Copper or Marble or Gold."