Hazel perked up in surprise. She wasn't expecting that. Not wanting to seem rude, her hand searched for a mug to return the gesture. The only mug on the table was Rosin's empty one. The dwarf looked to the elf and shook her head. "What was thah?"<br/>"Uh oh er, that man over there lifted his mug to us and I was just returning the favor."<br/>"Yeah well next time use yer own mug."<br/><br/>Hazel wished she didn't have to hide under her hat. The Inn was warm and friendly and she wanted to bounce around the room and socialize with the people but she had to sit and wait till the vile was delivered.<br/><br/>"This beard is dreadful." Hazel grumbled, it itches and it's hot. "Say they're playing music! We could dance?"<br/>Rosin paused and looked about the room. "Dancing bah! But I'll have ya know, we dwarfs are mighty fine dancers. Better than any human or elf for that matter. But no, we best not."<br/><br/>Hazel feeling antsy grabbed Rosin by the hand. "Oh come one, just one song."<br/><br/>What a sight to see, two merry old men, one tall one short, with wide brimmed hats and bushy beards dancing like gay children. Hazel held onto Rosin's wrist spinning round and round much to Rosin's dislike. Whoever was standing by had to make room or else be bumped.<br/>