"[i]Clan Torunn, of the local hills. I'm the last of a litter that's since scattered to the wind[/i]." He would say in answer to the man, as he poured their drinks. His clan was, to his knowledge, a small one of little note. Being a hill dwarf, and reared by the very person who taught him his trade, Einkel cared very little what his clan's name meant beyond the boarders of his home.

He had not lied when he said it had been some time since he had tasted such a bottle. The flavor and pleasant sting it left behind was as much the joy as he had known it would be, and a fair bit more. Though proud of his product, Einkel always let his drink speak for itself, and was quick to take to his own cup while his new friend enjoyed the aroma and color.

As expected, such sweet nectar quickly drew others to them, or so Einkel would believe. When he turned from his cup and looked up, though, he was pleasantly surprised to spot a pair of familiar faces. "O', ye geh sick o' tha' swill ye shill tah these pour town folk, have ye?" He would exclaim to the large man, a wide grin quickly overtaking what little semblance of a serious expression he could put on. With a laugh, he would hand Bartholomew his own glass, filling it once more. It had become empty faster than he had expected when he drunk from it, but the tipsy dwarf was always happy to share a drink with a friend.

"'Och, tis tha' sweetest bottle I've 'ad in near ah month. Lucky I am, indeed, tah stumble on an occasion tah enjoy such ah trait!" Though he spoke very proper dwarven, Einkel's accent was thicker than most, and tended to get worse when he was drunk. Few people actually realized this, of course, as he was very rarely not drunk. In general, though, he was actually a quiet man. Prone to visual displays to others to carry his meaning. As exampled when he gave a cheerful nod and a wave to Jhank, the local smith. While they weren't exactly close, there were few others he trusted to put an edge to his axe. Most dwarves would, of course, prefer to do such things themselves. However, Einkel's hands were rarely so steady.



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