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

"[color=999999]I've never been much of a bard, or any manner of person to bestow titles, but I will see what I can do.[/color]" Thurin said gruffly, nodding. His large hands rested upon his Axe head. The haft of the weapon resting upon the ground. Thurin didn't bother looking around warily. He had taken the measure of all his companions from when he first gazed upon them. Some of them seemed formidable, and others less so. Only time would tell, and he doubted anyone here was fool enough to start trouble in the presence of a wizard (or a tired and cranky Dwarf for that matter!) 

"[color=999999]Aye.[/color]" he spoke after the man did. "[color=999999]My own horse is even more weary than I am, and we have been traveling many leagues to answer the summonings of yon letter, Master Wizard. If he can be seen to the stables with some warmth and food, I would be more liable to listen without complaint.[/color]" His words sounded like a pronouncement, hard and sure of himself. Until he added "[color=999999]...and more cake if at all possible.[/color]"