((Hope you don't mind but I'm going with the idea that gold coins are rarer and worth more))

Wolmak arrived shortly after Gehrhart, he was more or less working on his seniors whim. He arrived after due to the heavy backpack he had, the size of it removed any possibility of him being an adolescent human which his height indicated. In it he had all the food and camping gear for the long Journey from the Mountains. It would be better if such a long Journey didn't include rain, he hated the rain. There was no rain under the mountain, the cold to. He didn't like that either, though he used to hate the heat when his punishment had begun he had grown used to it. He moved his pony to the stable, placing two gold coins on the stablehands desk, before pointing at Gehrharts pony. "I'm paying for that one too, there's a good lad." He walked out, leaving his pack with the horse but keeping his pocket full of coin and his hammer on his back. "If I find anything in that pack missing, your head will be on the block boy."

He walked into the tavern, lowering his hood and walking straight up to the bar. "I'll have two jugs of your darkest ale.""That'll be three coins." Wolmak took out a gold piece, worth more than the average coin used in such places and placed it on the bar before picking up the two jugs. Navigating through the crowd he placed the jug on the table on front of Gerhart. "I'll be keeping an eye of you need me, Sir." He moved his way to the side of the room and took another drink. HE was already receiving glances, two dwarves in one day was obviously a bit of an oddity, some of the looks were probably to check that he wasn't an underage boy sneaking into the tavern for a couple of drinks.

He eyed the game of dice being played as it came to an end, pity. He could of made it substantially more interesting. He doubted anyone in this tavern could rival the Wealth the two dwarves brought in and especially not the wealth they possessed back in their respective mountains, however Dwarves were known to be rich. Which is why he was still armed against anyone who felt their fingers were light enough to steal from a dwarve. He didn't even know why he was here, and that irritated him. He was merely told to accompany Sir Gehrhart into the lands of men from the Master of the Mountain, and he dared not to ask the Master why. 

He cast his glance to another table, and caught a look at a man with... strange green eyes. There was something about him he would have to be wary off.