"We don't have the money for-" Cerdic started, but one look at the Dwarf and he knew they couldn't exactly turn back that offer now. The stunted warrior would have thought they were making fun of him. Cerdic would rather not tussle with someone who looked like he needed to throttle something to calm himself. 

The Dwarf turned one eye on them, visible through the visor of his great winged helmet. He stared right at Hilde, and then gazed at Cerdic for a moment. "Your ale, sir." the barkeep said behind him. The Dwarf grabbed it, and bent his head back as he guzzled the entire pint down his throat. The act had Cerdic's eyes widening a bit. 

The Dwarf wiped his mouth with his burly forearm, ordered another drink, and then hopped off the too-tall-stool and strode over to where Hilde and Cerdic had sat. "My thanks for the Ale, piss poor that it is. Not your fault, I suppose." he said. His voice was deep and grating. Cerdic nodded to Hilde. "It was her that bought it for you, Bearded one." 

The Dwarf nodded once, appreciating Cerdic's honesty at the least.
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