Kaghad blinked several times, trying to clear his head and piece together exactly what had happened.  A few strokes of some stringed instrument, followed by darkness.  Then, just like that, he was back.  Judging from the aching spot on the back of his head, he had gone unconscious, or perhaps fallen asleep.  Hopefully not too long--though it was embarrassing regardless.  Perhaps he had had more beer than he had thought.  Having recovered his senses for the most part, he was able to catch the final few snippets of what an elf was saying.  As he was doing so, Kaghad cast his mind back to the moments before everything had suddenly gone dark.  The purple-haired woman had rejected the advances of a thin, long-haired man garbed in immaculate black.  There had been a little one also, who Kaghad remembered as having been mistaken for a moth.  In truth, it was a fairy, and the first he had ever seen.  Before leaving Beghladuhr, he hadn't know such a thing existed, and even as he heard about them on his travels he had been skeptical.  Now it seemed that the rumors were true.  The marvel he had felt at the sight remained in him still.

There had been others too.  A female elf in green, whose grammar was possibly the least perplexing of her quirks. A quick look around confirmed the presence of the big man, whose presence said just as much about him than his words, if not more.  After them, there were quite a few more people around, but if he had made impressions of them, they must have been lost in his momentary stupor.  Ah, well...couldn't be helped.  They would likely give themselves a much more accurate account than could the dwarf's wizened eyes, but that would have to wait.  It was time for Kaghad to make himself known.

He cleared his throat very audibly.  While hard to miss, he knew that his height would make him less visible to some, so he figured it was best to be sure of everyone's attention.  "I am Kaghad Norm, mastah dwarf.  Any one o ya warriors been ta tha capital mighta seen me forge and can attest ta me work.  I am a craftman.  I kin make tools, arma, and otha stoff, or mend tha ones ya have.  I kin also drill through any rock or lock ya put in fronta me.  I kin fight, too..." a look of uncertainty entered his eyes but quickly passed.  "...I guess.  Best leave that stoff ta ya tall folks."