Rasereit Vundinn, Dwarven Barbarian
Rasereit, in typical dwarven fashion, attacks the food voraciously. Through mouthfuls, he gives a blow by blow account of both battles: the chase on horseback and the raid in the inn. "So Ah run up the stairs an' barrel past ol' Wil here, 'e already got stabbed an' slashed an' what 'ave ye bloody bad, righ'? An' Ah get t'the room an' there's me mate Ogrin on the floor, an' Ah jus' went mad! Ah threw meself righ' in the middle o' those murderers, Ah was hackin' an' slashin' an' jus' tryin' t'get to me mate! 'E's a brave 'un, that Ogrin, 'e dove 'eadlong into the battle not knowin' a thing about who 'e was up against or nothin'! A right brave 'un, an' a 'elluva fighter with them li'l tiny swords 'e's got, but they get ye where it hurts, eh?! So anyway, Ah barge in the room an'..."
He goes on in detail until, "An' then Ah jus' blacked out. Din't even feel nothin', no pain, jus'... straight to black. 'Tain't the first time Ah've gone down in a fight, but by the Dog, Ah've ne'er felt so... empty... ye know? Well, maybe ye don't... Anyway. That's that." There's a silence. He absentmindedly takes a bite out of the leg of lamb in his hand and washes it down with a swig of whatever alcoholic beverage Lord Pician provided. Razh remains uncharacteristically quiet for a while.
Razh is oblivious as the others talk about the holdmistress and the politics of the abduction. That kind of thing is completely over his head.
And when Troi talks about Zidaniel and apologizes for leaving, Razh comments, "Oi, less feelin' an' more grubbin', mate! We won the day, din't we?" But somehow, there's a measure of concern in the raucous dwarf's words. As though he suddenly realized, half way through his statement, that the day was almost lost, and that he and his friend almost didn't make it. He grabs another lamb leg and takes a large, thoughtful bite.