Regina
The Dwarf laughed heartily. 
"Master Keladan, I can indeed appreciate that. "
"I'll put in a good word with the crew for you, but I should probably explain, that my dwarfren are not trying to shun you. Its just that, dwarfkin are not particularly interested in magical things. However, I am not above knowing the value of such items. Or of having an enchanter among an expedition. If you'll provide you're assistance as needed, and travel with us to see this through, I feel that it would be fair to add you as a partner on this expedition. With full financial reward rights of course. If This seems agreeable, Might I suggest that your first duty be to try your enlargement enchantment as you suggested... But not just on the drink, but on a portion of the food?"
Ida
Kenelm awoke abruptly in full armor. He was sleeping in the cottage 20 feet from the fire that had started. After killing a pack of Worgs and losing a ton of blood, he had slept almost the entire day. Awaking to the sound of festivities and the faint smell of smoke, he arose from the bed looking around for the chest then set it in the satchel beside him, putting it over his shoulder and walking outside with a feeling of relief. He hadn't felt the feeling since his post at the castle walls witnessing a beautiful sunset. 

Looking around at the dwarves and others from a distance and, he found what seems like preparation of a feast. Although well rested he was extremely sore from all the aggressive movement from his battle and rapid recovery of his wounds, he made his way towards the gathering. Due to his armor plates, he had absolutely no stealth since the clattering of his armor would always alert allies and enemies alike.

Although, from the chatter of the dwarves he would be less audible and would sit by a normal sized man, lost in thought 

Staring at the gentle yet crazed movement of the flames he said nothing, as to collect himself. Breathing slowly and looking up at the stars, Kenelm finally spoke with a soft low voice "On a night like this, even the most painful death would be so peaceful, as if drifting off into a deep sleep. Like heaven itself would appear from the darkness between the stars and grant me passage into the Kingdom of God. For tonight, would be a good night to die." Sighing once again lowering his head fixing his gaze onto the flame.
Angelique
Jeri perked up when he saw the knight walking over. Glad to see the knight was healed up he truthfully felt that he played a part although he really just screamed for help. Somebody had to do that. 

Listening to kenelm speak Jeri immediately got up but responded as he back pedaled "I'm not personally in any rush to die regardless of the night. I suppose you almost did. But... Ya didn't." He said so jokingly with an upbeat tone and some chuckles. He would return with two large glasses of ale. 

"Here friend. Glad to see you're all healed up. This right here is the best stock of the local Old Slay Jar Brewing Hose... Or so I'm told... This should perk ya up. Help yourself to some food as well and let's discuss how you ended up half dead on the trail and what you're doing there to begin with."

Jeri shoveled some more food in his mouth and gulped ale while he continued to speak. These mannerisms learned from the dwarven brethren were free spirited but not exactly refined "Oh btw your horse is by the stables. Cleaned up. With food and water."