[center][h2][color=999999]Thurin Stoutarm[/color][/h2][/center] 

"[color=999999]Wizard?[/color]" Thurin echoed, and blew a blistering breath out of his beard hole. "[color=999999]That explains more than I care to say.[/color]" With a puffing up of his chest and a fist beating against it, he strode forwards once more, past the men, halfling, and Elves. The snow still cloaked him and his mount. He'd need to find a nice, warm stable for his beast afore long. But first thing was first. He needed to see whatever Wizard was here, calling him away from his previous journey. 

He tied up his mount next to the Man's, and then stepped into the tavern. The stout Dwarf looked around the room with an impatient gaze, hands on his hips. He found the man talking to the Innkeeper, and he made his way over and nodded to them both. "[color=999999]Aye, and me too. I've a few questions for the coot as well.[/color]"