As celebrations goes Brazmere couldn't recall a feast so grandiose. Some of remaining kegs of 'All Sorts XXXXX' frugally being handed out along with some of the best smoked duroc pork on offer. The glow of the braziers giving everything on the tables a golden halo. 

Brazmere was taking his fill but of course more liquid than subsistence and as his tankard hit the table his fellow 'surfacer' Beorthric turned up with another. 
"Cheers Gents" raising his brew along with a few others that heard. The laughter and cheering of the night was infectious along with the boisterousness between fellow dwarves and clans. Beorthric pointed out a table of orebreakers wanting to draw first blood in the evenings festivities. Brazmere drew a large grin across his face as Kragg agreed he stood up on the bench pointing at the breakers table "Who do you think you are? A bunch of orecrumblers with 'my first pickaxe' at your side dare challenge us?! Bring it on!" Brazmere stepped off the bench onto the stone floor knocking the shoulders of his comrades "Come on lads, this will be easy"