"Ye've a mind for debts." The Dwarf mused, then pursed his lips and nodded. It seemed he thought it was a fine quality. He pulled up a chair without asking. The rough and ready Sergeant called for one more round of Ale for the three of them. He was a working man now, might as well. Plus with the job Johan would provide, he could afford a little bit more crowns down the drain. 

"My thanks, manling." The Dwarf said, then looked to Hilde next. "Have ye two been to the Gunnery school?" he asked. It was less than half a mile down the way. The daily gunfire that heralded the different times of the day were quite audible if one was outside, even still fairly noticeable inside. "We've walked passed it." Cerdic said. The Dwarf turned to him. "Me cousin Thorin Thunderhammer worked there as an engineer until a year ago." 

"What happened to him? Why is he not there?" The Sergeant asked. The Dwarf scowled. "He's dead," He chugged a pint of Ale, and then continued after a belch. "Don't know how. I came to find out myself, but the damned bastards won't let me in to question his superiors. Last I heard they were trying out some experiments of various powders, and then I get word he was slain." The next noise to come out of the Dwarf was a sigh, before he seemed to recall something. He held out his meaty hand for both of them to shake. "Thraggi Thunderhammer."
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