Fenris
Adventurer
(With an answering grin and a 'gentle' pat on the back that leaves the dwarf choking on his stout)
"Anything to keep from having to slog through that muck again. Of course, I'd probably better be the invisible one slogging through and you the one flying - it'd be over your head.
You OK? You're supposed to drink that stuff, not breathe it."
"Careful there Tiny, or you'll be carrying me through the muck" replies Braz.
"Now why don't you fill me in on this mill and these traps that have caused you such problems" says Braz.