Durwith turned away from his fellow Dwarves and smiled ear-to-ear, more happy to see Felix than the mead that he so generously carried over to him and Lorges. Lorges on the other hand, rushed out of his chair and snatched his drink from Felix's hand with a happy grunt before promptly guzzling it down like the gluttonous fool that he was. The pudgy little Dwarf turned to Durwith with the mug still held to his mouth, ignoring his judgmental gaze as he shrugged and continued drinking.

	"Felix! It's been quite the while, aint it, boy? How've yeh been?" Durwith chanted, shooing off the elves and Dwarves that surrounded their table with curious ears. Several glanced at Felix, but payed him no mind. Many knew him as the [i]overeager little humie[/i], and nothing more, but Durwith and Lorges knew better.