[center][h1][color=palegreen]Ramiel Wyndham[/color][/h1][/center][hr]

Ramiel grinned broadly as the dwarves welcomed him into their little gathering. Already with his stool in hand, Ramiel plopped himself firmly within their little circle. Already making himself at home, he graciously accepted the tankard offered to him by the dwarf named Loddy. The drink ruby red and filled his stomach with warmth as he took a short sip. The golden bearded dwarf introduced himself as Banard and the rest of his fellows as members of the Kegborne Brewery Company- a name that Ramiel had not yet heard of. They definitely weren't any company from the Amber Groves, at least that Ramiel could tell from their accents. 

[color=palegreen]"I can't say I've heard of the Kegborne,"[/color] Ramiel admitted, [color=palegreen]"But your hospitality is much appreciated."[/color] He gestured towards Banard and the rest of his fellows with his borrowed tankard before taking another sip.

[color=palegreen]"Wyndham is my name, though my friends call me Ramiel"[/color] Ramiel said as a way of introduction, [color=palegreen]"I'm an Amber Groves Ranger- formerly anyway. Not to worry, 'left on good terms, just looking to go my own way was all."[/color]

Ramiel turned as well when Banard had noticed another along the outskirts, this one a human woman with striking lilac hair and a maroon coat. He gave her a casual wave in greeting as Banard invited her into the circle as well. All things considered a merrier way to spend an evening than Ramiel had anticipated when entering this place. He had half a thought that he'd have ended up spending the evening sulking off on his own like so many others seemed to be doing. Most of the men and women unaffiliated with either of the major kingdoms' militaries seemed to have been shuffled off to miscellaneous tent blocks like this one, and were probably shuttered inside their tents alone. 

The dwarves were smart, There was nothing quite like sharing alcohol to build camaraderie, and where they were going, camaraderie was probably going to be the one thing that kept you alive. No one really cares when someone they don't know gets themselves into a pickle, but share a drink or two with them, and now you at least felt obligated to check on them. Having worked with others and alone for a fair share of time, Ramiel knew there was something comforting about having someone to watch your back. Ramiel supposed the more people he had to watch his back and vice versa, the better chances they had of getting through whatever was going on in Gabaras alive. 

[color=palegreen]"Nothing like a drink to forge a bond between fellows,"[/color] Ramiel said, holding his tankard out to the woman [color=palegreen]"If we're all about to march into the unknown, I'd like to know at least a bit about the man or woman walking alongside me.[/color]