[h1][center][color=green]Reggie The Rumbler[/color][/center][/h1]

	Reggie ignored his traveling companions plea for water. He had been ignoring practically everybody since their adventure began. Besides his water was deep in his bag as it had been a while since he dug it out. Rather in his hand was his trusty flask, filled on this day with a strong Dwarven mead. It was a fantastic blackberry melomel that Reggie had bought off an elderly dwarf by the name of Ovvak. Reggie asked the old dwarf if he could teach him the secret to making it but he refused saying it was an "ancient Dwarven secret" and that it would dishonor his people to teach to anyone other than an Dwarf. But Reggie was sure he could figure out how to make it himself given a few months. Granted he would also need his own meadery. That was why he was out here after all. The adventure wasn't wearing on Reggie as bad as some of his fellow travelers, though that could be attributed to all of his long travels spent on the road in his youth. Reggie took a swig from his flask and carried on past Brann and his empty waterskin.