[b][center][h3][i][color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=746f6f]Location:[/color] Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Sana, Keystone[/center][/b]
[color=746f6f]"Frankly, yer making it sound like yer friend is a batshit loonie, lass. I've found it's best tae avoid those types if'n ye like remaining free of stab wounds."[/color] Nor's expression was gruff and immutable, but not at all out of the ordinary to anyone with any experience dealing with Dwarfs. However, his tone of voice indicated that at the very least, he wasn't annoyed by the conversation that was taking place. However, his eyes widened when Keystone arrived with several platefuls of goodies in tow, apparently free for the taking by anyone at the table. His eyes darted to the steak, and then to Keystone, then back to the steak, and then the eggs before returning to Keystone.

[color=746f6f]"Just who're you and how did ye manage tae get ahold of so much steak in a bilgewater cesspit like this?"[/color] His voice consisted mostly of suspicion, with a slight dash of acclaim mixed in. His eyes were narrowed at the pugilist, but his hands grabbed a knife and took one of the heftiest steaks for himself without the dwarf ever breaking eye contact.