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

Barefoot but still clad in his leathers, Thurin ruffled his beard and approached, Axe gripped tightly in his fist. "[color=999999]Shoulda known such luck would find me in such an accursed place as this.[/color]" he said aloud, striding towards the Wizard. He gave a salute to Vamyr with his Axe as he passed, then pointed at the door he was holding with his free hand casually. "[color=999999]Ye got something sawing through the wood there.[/color]" he said, nonchalantly as if pointing out that Vamyr had a cowlick. 

The Dwarf made it to the Wizard, and only slowed a slight margin due to the light. He'd not seen Wizard magic in many a year. It always made him feel a bit uneasy. "[color=999999]Hold 'em down, Ofnir.[/color]" he said, stopping before the dog. "[color=999999]Chew on this.[/color]" His Axe clove through the dead dog's skull, brains and bone fragments scattering from the force of the blow. He kicked the animated corpse down and passed it, hacking at the Innkeeper and Nora, humming a battle tune taught to him by Gloin many years ago.