"Dear companions! I feel we shall become great friends during this epic quest!" Frin said enthusiastically while entering the door. In the room was a table and chairs, and people, like usual, were sitting on those stairs.

"Ale for the hero and his companions!" He shouted back out the door before seating himself. He landed on the chair with a sigh, and looked around the other people in the room with a smile.
"So who's the one in need of a hero?"
Frin tried to talk with a deep, powerful voice, just as a knight should. But his naturally high and almost squeaky voice was a bit too different. As a result, Frin sounded like a goblin trying to look cool.