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

Thurin's normally stoic face became somewhat curious at the Hafling's huffs and puffs. "[color=999999]Sorry about that, lass. Meant no offense[/color]," he told her. He had to admit it was hard to tell if a Halfling was young or old, though much less so than an Elf he'd knew. "[color=999999]Thirty four is young by Dwarf reckoning. We are beardlings until we reach fifty years old, you know.[/color]" He seemed like he truly did not want to start a confrontation with the only other one here that couldn't reach a man's waist with eye level.