<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/82/Female-Dwarf-avi.jpg)</div>Bubbles went about wiping down the bar while the rest of her friends settled in. They were a motley group to be sure and at the moment she was regretting giving them that last round. Apparently they had gotten to the morbid and gloomy portion of the evening.  She expected it from Spooky, but when Geran and Louis joined in she rolled her eyes.  It was way too early in the evening to being starting this kind of talk.<br/><br/>“May as well say its Korm’s final storm coming to wash us all away.” Bubbles chided.  She thought the fear of thunder was just silly.  The Greenbottle family lived in the hills around Karak Milt and unlike their grim brethren worshiped Balin and not the storm god Korm.<br/><br/>“It’s just Balin working at his forge. Each rumbling a strike of his hammer on the forge and the lighting are its sparks,” Bubbles explained with a shrug. “But I guess yours makes for a better song.”   It was hard to fathom sometimes that the tall (for a dwarf) barkeep was at some as much in the forest and plains as she was behind the bar of her tavern.  In the Silver Horn she wore billow skirts that twirled around her calves and a bodice laced tight enough to show of her thick hourglass figure and ample chest.  Unlike many Dwarven women she kept her face shaved smooth.  Always a rebel she hated the fact that Dwarven beauty was so superficial as to be defined by the richness of ones beard.  This only served men who’s beard was naturally longer and fuller than a woman’s.  She and many other young Dwarven women had taken to shaving their faces clean as a big thumb in the eye to Dwarven society.<br/><br/>Bubbles light blonde hair was braided intricately, a functional yet pleasing way to keep a customer from finding a three foot long hair in their stew.  For a Karak Milt dwarf she had a positively effervescent personality, willing to carouse and joke along with her friends and customers.  She had an adventurous streak that her father had hoped to cull by putting her in charge of the Silver Horn in Riverbend.  It hadn’t worked.  Bubbles stole Molle away to come with her to Riverbend and they had pulled together a decent enough group of workers and servant that Bubbles was comfortable leaving the Tavern in Molle’s hands when the urge to wander grew too strong to resist.<br/><br/>“And rain is nothing but water Geran.  You afraid of a little rain? Maybe I should take away that beer before it brings you any misery.” She joked.<br/>