"Which one of you lads wants a drink?" Alvor asked.
"I'll have an ale." Thorin stated.
"Give me a Honningbew." Lugdush added.
"Do you have any wine, by chance?" Scatha asked ultimately.
Alvor made an expression of deep thought, before finally responding: "...I, think there's a bottle of Argonian bloodwine down there... I'll search and check if it's still drinkable." Having received the requests of his guests, the patron of the house headed downstairs to the cellar to search for some worthy alcohol.
"And you?" Thorin addressed Hadvar once more, wanting to know about how well he was doing in the legion so far.
"I've been doing just fine. The general even commended me once. I need to get back to Solitude someday and report on the situation at Helgen. You know that a dragon attacked the city."
"What did this dragon look like?" Thorin asked.
"Black, thorny and with bright eyes. Red, I think. It just trashed the whole city when it came and burned everything to the ground." Hadvar added, describing the attack more thoroughly.
Before long, Alvor came up from the cellar, carrying a mug of ale and a mug of Honningbrew mead for Thorin and Lugdush: "Here you are, lads."
"Thank you." Thorin smiled, taking the mug.
"And as for you..." Alvor addressed Scatha: "There's some good bloodwine. I'll low you a glass right away."
"Take your time, sir." Scatha replied.