Ozdimir is back near the passageway's entrance, leaning up against the mushroom bar. There are two dwarves with him, seated on high stools.  The first has  wild, braided brown beard and a shiny bald head. Blue froth from whatever odd brew he's been guzzling is lining is thick mustache. He seems pretty surly, and is more concerned with staring into his mug than conversation.<br/><br/>The other is currently talking travel logistics with Ozdimir. He has a more neatly kept, but much longer, white beard and is wearing a black helm set with two ivory tusks of some vicious beastie. Both are decked out in leather and chainmail and have small weapons strapped all across their bodies.<br/><br/>When Zarna approaches, Ozzie gives her a nod and beckons her to join them.