"Most appreciated" sayd the dwarf, grabbing the mug greedily, his eyes focused on the wavy liquid inside. "Perhaps I could tell ye a story, and at the same time tell ye why I think I might know ye from about 50 years ago. Alright..." Muzdum makes a pause to take a deep swing fro the mead mug, the booze running from the edge of his mouth and soaking his beard. The dwarf seems unconcerned by that. "I was on a tavern, much like this one. I was enjoying a good drink, food and some laughs with me fellow dwarves from Underhill, sharing tales and stuff, ye know the deal, noisy dwarves partying... " as if to emphasize his point, he takes a deep swing from his ale, giving Vincenzo a pat on the back with his heavy hand. "Hah! I love to mix and match, thanks for the mead skinny! Alright, so there we were, until a group of half orcs approached, all showing their tusks and with a hand on their weapons. They were doing some religious crap, I dunno remember wha', and wanted us to be quiet. But when I peeked under their shoulders -no hope to peek over, hah!- I saw a couple of half orc women and children. Anyway, I dunno if it was the booze, the racial hatred, or they getting their noses where no one called them, but it turned into the most fascinating bar brawl I've ever seen in my 125 years of life! Needless to say we beat the crap outa them. We had a good start, we all thought of spilling our drinks on their faces at the same time. The poor beer bathed orcs never saw the tankards and chairs flying towards their faces after that! Ha ha ha cojhh! cojhh! He he he... So maybe ye were one of the children half orcs who saw his daddy receive the beatdown of his life, rings any bells?"
