Gehrhart sat in his seat, a half empty mug before him, The scimitar intrigued him, the orcs usually used scavenged equipment stolen from their latest victims. [i]That blade should be a rusted piece of junk,[/i] he thought sipping his ale [i]but it looks terribly well kept, damn near new.[/i] Gehrhart sat forward and looked at all the others along the table making a note of how each one acted. The human with the dice made him equally uneasy and and entertained, there had been several like him under the mountains, rabble rousers always looking to make a quick coin. He had thrown his fair share out of alehouses when they turned the mood sour, always jingling with freshly taken coin as they scampered off to another group of fools to con.

The elf away from everyone made him wholly uneasy [i]quick to anger, quick to loss[/i] the old teaching came to him as he watched her hooded figure.[i] why my dear are you so angry?[/i] he thought,[i] something awful must of happened to you.[/i] the thought made him stir a little uncomfortably [i]Thaddeus you sure know how to pick'em.[/i] He just hoped the she-elf could wield a dagger when it mattered and not just in a room of strangers. The other elf, Mirion, radiated disgust and disdain for him and Wolmak, [i]Hmm haughty, straight forward, and dense[/i] Gehrhart mused as he grinned slightly,[i] Yep he's an elf.[/i] 

The other dwarf beside Wolmak interested him he had introduced himself as Ghas and brought a deer in with him not to mention he carried a bow. [i]you are no normal dwarf[/i] he thought [i]whats your story?[/i] Dwarves who preferred the surface were rare and generally thought a bit mental by the other Dwarves. [i]A Dwarven ranger[/i] he thought [i]I have now seen everything truly Thaddeus has a talent for finding unique individuals.[/i]

As for the other humans he thought the Godswife was a little odd, the Dwarves had none but he had heard the stories from travelers that they were powerful healers and witches or as he thought a bunch of cons playing on superstition and fear to make a living. The farm boy interested him the most,[i] the poor thing is greener than spring grass,[/i] he thought, [i]he'll be ripped apart in a proper fight.[/i] 

Gehrhart got up from his seat and turned to Wolmak, "Wolmak, I want you to get a look at that blade and see if you can tell where the steel in it came from, I want to know if they have been starting any mines and where those mines might be" with that done he moved over and sat next to Thaddeus and leaned in to whisper "Thaddeus, I know you always have a plan but just how many of the people here are actually trained in fighting besides me?" he asked "If we run into trouble a bunch of green-blades will only be a slaughter."