[center][h2] Garanin Stonehewer[/h2][/center]

Giving his fellow dwarf a nod as he felt Dolvin slap him on the shoulder, taking another bite of the sandwich he'd been given. It reminded him of home, and that was quite a welcome feeling. He'd have to come back at some point, if only to share stories with the other dwarf. 

"Understood. Thank ye for the food, Dolvin. 'Preciate it!" Shuffling over to the seats and sitting a respectful distance from Vale (he'd clearly put himself in the back for a reason, and Garanin didn't want to get too close anyway, to be perfectly honest), Garanin managed to finish his food and take a seat. 

Here it was: day one.