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

The Dwarf listened to Calariel's explaination, and nodded. "[color=999999]Aye, tis a good idea to find out just what is going on around her-[/color]" 
"[b]Mmmpff...ster Dwarf.[/b]" he heard from behind him, and turned to see the comely Halfling lass approaching him, chewing heartily upon some cake. She didn't seem to notice that she was taking a nibble even as she walked. "[b]Ellaryn Bracegirdle at you service, and a slice of home in this delicious chocolate cake is yours as well.[/b]" 

Thurin licked his lips and took the plate, giving her a nod. "[color=999999]My thanks! Thurin Stoutarm at yours! I haven't had good cake in years.[/color]" he exclaimed, and then began to eat his fill with naught but his big hands, devouring the delicious treat in two bites, before wiping his beard upon his mouth. "[color=999999]A fine meal![/color]" he said. He gave a bow to the people of the Inn, and then followed the Hobbit up the stairs, his footsteps more like stomps compared to her quiet footfalls.