Balgrim wandered off to a nearby table once his name had been signed. All this excitement for his first adventure with manlings and elgi was causing him to work up an appetite. As he took a seat Balgrim reached into his pack and produced a small metal cauldron that had its lid tied down with some rope. He licked his lips as he popped the lid off and gave his meal a quick sniff. It was some leftover stew he had prepared during his journey from Karak Norn. As adventurous as he was feeling he wasn't quite up for sampling manling food, preferring to take comfort in a meal he prepared himself and moreover tasted previously. Though the meal wasn't hot and fresh Balgrim enjoyed its heartiness. A mixture of vegetables and some rabbit meat he had hunted, Balgrim began shoveling the stew down his throat and audibly grumbled as he vigorously stuffed his face. 

Balgrim didn't even notice the other adventurers strolling up to sign their name to the company's ledger, which was something quite uncharacteristic of his observant nature he prided himself on. However in this instance his meal took priority. Reaching into his pack again he produced a travel sized barrel keg of dwarf beer and a rather plain wooden mug. He preferred the taste of beer from a nice stone mug but opted for wood based on the weight. As the beer flowed and frothed from his keg he heard the manling with the Guild roster speak up. Preoccupied with conducting a good pour of his valuable beer Balgrim only caught the tail end of the manling's speech.

"Five o' clock tomorrow morning" Balgrim noted, and continued to focus on his meal.

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Balgrim rolled out of his rented bed at quarter to five, quickly dressing and swinging his noisy pack onto his shoulders. He was used to rising and being on the move quickly and knew he wouldn't need any time to prepare before the journey. As he slowly lumbered down the tavern's stairs one step at a time, his belly bouncing with each step, Balgrim produced a small pipe from his cloak and lit some of the Mootland tobacco he had traded for. As he took his first drag, the taste was heavenly. It had the power and flavor he expected from the finest dwarf tobacco but without the heaviness. Pushing open the door to the tavern Balgrim exhaled a large puff of smoke.

He noticed the manling from the guild and a few others were already waiting outside and secretly hoped he hadn't kept them waiting. If he knew there were going to be so many early risers like this was exam day at the engineering guild Balgrim would've pushed himself out of bed earlier.

[color=orange]"What a lovely day for travel!"[/color] he exclaimed excitedly to the group.