"Not much dwarf tongue left 'cept the one in a mouth." What a weird place to hide their women when they're pretty obvious really or even to be secret about women: people would know else how did babies happen? But he's distracted, quietly echoing the new words in his thick Kirkwall accent. "What's a Hobbit sounds like some sort of biscuit."

With a strangled noise that has his oversized horse looking over ready to charge off. "You're free-footing it in there? Madman. What about blisters and damp and cold?"

Legolas he steals your dad's nug to teach it to gamble there's a great deal of chill going on these past two years.

"Well you get some herbs where just a little brings down a fever but a lot and it'll have you bleeding inside your own body stuff like that. Gunnar understands that, me I do traps I just helped try then or gathered the bits with him." Yngvi was a good incentive their elders said to be good at his craft: keep your brother alive why don't you Gunnar. "You're missing a trick in not selling them, you see how much they go for? You could be a wealthy elf. Or someone could make a tidy living."

As he tosses more in Gaspard's magnificent keg chariot before scanning the horizon for what the animals are you to, if anything might be afoot. There's a war going on. Never thought he'd be there for it.