Granite Alehearth, dwarf drunken master
*When Rana mentions this being a high class mission, Granite makes a sound that sounds suspiciously like a snort, though he tries to hide it behind slurping down more ale. The aura of annoyance and irritation between the prince and the ranger rubs Granite the wrong way though, and he tries to defuse it.*
"Hey now, none 'o tha high and mighty talk this early in th' mornin; I haven't had enough ale yet. None o' ye are any better than th' rest of ye, and the sooner ye learn that the better. We'll all work toge'er or we're all be beggared one way or t'other. And if ye can't keep yer tempers and wicked glances to yerself then box bot' yer ears and put yer bot' in sep'rat corners to cool off. Now, all thins being equal, yer look like respon'sble people, I've 'eard good things 'bout ye, so I shouldn't have to do anything, ye ken?"