a Dwarven breakfast

Yawning as he awoke, Dolgan scratches his long beard furiously while grinning to himself. "Tis a nice warm place the young lass has got here". A low grumbling noise emits itself from his stomach.. "Ah it is time to go find some breakfast". Clumsily, Dolgan puts on his well-loved and worn mithril armour, whilst combing his long red/greyish beard. "And we are done" says Dolgan grinning at the reflection in the mirror. "You are a dashing young Dwarf!" he says once more before heading out of the crafters tower. Whilst making his way to the Arrow, he grumbles to himself about losing his Llama. "Wish ol' Bill could see this place...God bless his soul". Arriving at the Arrow, Dolgan soon discovers that no one is about... "Where is everyone? Ol' Dolgan hasn’t seen anyone here in weeks. Maybe the Ale has got to them". Opening the doors to the Arrow, he discovers once again the place is empty. "This is very queer indeed..." but before he could finish, "Uma. Has been very quite in recent weeks..." Audrianna spoke. "Tis not the Ale is it Lass?" Audrianna chuckles politely at the dwarfs questions "N'uma. The ale is fine". Grinning to himself as always, Dolgan orders 2 large jugs of Ale and a plate of sausages. "A breakfast fit for a King!"

After devouring his breakfast and removing most of the food and ale from his beard, Dolgan produces a long clay pipe and pouch of tabac from his within under his long purple cloak. "Ya very kind ta Ol' Dolgan Lass, twas a grand breakfast indeed". Pulling long on his pipe, Dolgan blows a single ring into the air. "Ol' Dolgan will find the missing Elveses, don' ya fret Lass".

(OOC I know you arent missing, it in fact implies that rp is dying down in tel'Ruid and this is my effort to kick start it again)

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> Yawning as he awoke, Dolgan scratches his long beard furiously while grinning to himself. <I>"Tis a nice warm place the young lass has got here".</I> A low grumbling noise emits itself from his stomach.. <I>"Ah it is time to go find some breakfast".</I> Clumsily, Dolgan puts on his well-loved and worn mithril armour, whilst combing his long red/greyish beard. "And we are done" says Dolgan grinning at the reflection in the mirror. <I>"You are a dashing young Dwarf!"</I> he says once more before heading out of the crafters tower. Whilst making his way to the Arrow, he grumbles to himself about losing his Llama. <I>"Wish ol' Bill could see this place...God bless his soul".</I> Arriving at the Arrow, Dolgan soon discovers that no one is about... <I>"Where is everyone? Ol' Dolgan hasn’t seen anyone here in weeks. Maybe the Ale has got to them".</I> Opening the doors to the Arrow, he discovers once again the place is empty. <I>"This is very queer indeed..." </I> but before he could finish, <I>"Uma. Has been very quite in recent weeks..." </I> Audrianna spoke. "Tis not the Ale is it Lass?" Audrianna chuckles politely at the dwarfs questions <I>"N'uma. The ale is fine".</I> Grinning to himself as always, Dolgan orders 2 large jugs of Ale and a plate of sausages. <I>"A breakfast fit for a King!" </I> > After devouring his breakfast and removing most of the food and ale from his beard, Dolgan produces a long clay pipe and pouch of tabac from his within under his long purple cloak. <I>"Ya very kind ta Ol' Dolgan Lass, twas a grand breakfast indeed". Pulling long on his pipe, Dolgan blows a single ring into the air. "Ol' Dolgan will find the missing Elveses, don' ya fret Lass".</I> > (OOC I know you arent missing, it in fact implies that rp is dying down in tel'Ruid and this is my effort to kick start it again)
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