It seems that even the prized-livered Dvergar Hogar got a bit too tipsy to even care about the kiss that Eira gave him, grinning at the end and chuckled,"A'right, a'right...Ye win...I'll give the drinkin' an end fer now...got ta get ya all set up, aye?" He finished off his current glass and put it off to the side. He got up, and stayed put for a bit to get his balance, before dusting himself off and clearing his throat,"Git yer equipment gathered up, we can stash 'em in the workshop next ta ol' Bertha...I don't think she'll mind us usin' up some o' the space."<br/><br/>He lowly chuckled as he went to the counter where he put his tool belt and put it back on, looking over to his friend,"Need any help haulin' the stuff? I don't mind givin' a hand when it's needed."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>