<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Weom/barbarian-stern-sternum.jpg)</div><br/><br/>Now that he was out of the dark alcove he could observe better what was going on. Of course the eyes upon him went unnoticed as Weom was about as observant as a man who thought his saw a horse with two heads and two bodies only to find out that it was two horses standing next to each other.<br/><br/>Anyway his mussing soon vanished when he felt a jabbing at his side. It seemed that his had a fan. Perhaps the little boy would like an autograph he thought as he turned his head and looked down. It was no boy but a dwarf. Silly mistake to make, Weom thought but as I said he was not very observant.<br/><br/>He listened to the little but stocky fellow before responding. “Your funny and yes I am he from the pits” he said with some amusement in his tone. “I do know how it is, yes. The bones they creak but the muscles still work. Ask my last opponent who lost his arm as I ripped it from its joint. You were probably there and saw the whole thing.” He laughed and then took a large gulp of his drink before slamming it down on the bar. Turning back to his new ‘friend’ he spoke again. “As for nude fighting. I wear some armour but I find it slows me down. No one gets close enough to my cock, except the ladies, so I do not fear for it lose.” He grabbed his pants around his groin area and gave it a good tug, before smiling at the dwarf. “If you know what I mean?” he asked rhetorically. Forgetting all about his mission at the mention of the dwarf being a forger, he invited him for a drink. “I am always on the look out for better armour and you say you are a forger. Please sit, drink and be merry for I suddenly feel the need to buy you a drink. As you tell me more of your forging, if you would like?”<br/>