[u]-Dwarin-[/u]

Tater bumbled up into the town, languidly looking about. Dwarin glanced around at the people there. The men were all quite hairy, and they all stood quite large, even by man standards. The women looked like normal woman, and the children normal. They looked at him, curious but not surprised. Their village was on the road from Erebor to the west after all. Dwarin smiled at the people, waving. He rode along, wondering if maybe there was a tavern in the village, or at least somewhere to tie his pony. Suddenly, a massive man loomed in front of him. "Hail, Dwarf. What is your business in the town of the Beornings?" The man had a beard nearly mighty enough to rival Dwarin's. The Dwarf grinned.

"Hail, man of Beor. I am Dwarin, son of Barin. I am an explorer and collector. I was wondering if you might have any old objects you no longer want, or know of a ruin or fortress nearby I might investigate." Dwarin said, "I don't suppose I could rest my pony somewhere? And maybe myself?"

The man stepped back, a queer smile on his face. "Well met, Dwarin, son of Barin. I am Bretor, son of Bregor. I am the mayor of this town. If you're looking for museum pieces, I'm afraid we aren't going to have many lying around. I'm sure old Tarcor has some books he could give you. Just northwest of here is the old hall of Beorn the great. Anything you find there is yours." Bretor gestured to the building behind him. "This is the tavern. You can stay here. My only warning is to not leave the building at night. Your pony will be safe with us, and if you do not get it back, we shall provide another..." His eyes looked off to the side, slightly uncomfortable.

Dwarin smiled again. "This is excellent, Mayor Bretor. I thank you and your people for their hospitality."