Grog is wiping down a mug with a mostly clean cloth, occasionally spitting into it to help clean a spot. He glances at the popinjay-type and guffaws,
"Oy, ya mistr'ss a runty dwarf?"
Then he gets serious,
"Ya both needin' ta drink sum ork-piss ale. Tuska libr'an har be lookin' parched an' strainin' da noggin'. Dat wine be cloudin' yar vision pa'haps, mate."
"Yew, mista poofda, shud drink up ta fit in har."
Turning back from the servant to lean on the bar to take a look at what Iago's working on, he rests on his elbows.
"Well dar be sum otha dwarf speakin' wuns 'round 'bout too. Just ova der be wun. Wat's dis 'bout a weaponsmitty?"
[sblock=Recruitment]Still looking for 1-2 more for
http://www.enworld.org/forum/playing-game/327320-lpf-forge-fury-pt1.html#post5983572. Those 3rd-5th levels wishing to apply, you need to role-play their way in with Iago and send me a PM. Please read my adventure rules if you have not played in my games before.[/sblock]