Dwalin nodded, "I heard, I heard, few months back you found out the monster what done for your woman.  Good on you, to take a blight like that out I say."  He took her damp garments and twisted a bit of wire that he pulled from under the bar into a straight line.  Then limping towards the window strung it up across the top sill and delicately hung her garments there where the sun would hit them.<br/><br/>He moved back behind the bar and leaned against the back wall, having no problem with the fact that his eyes were right at the level of her navel, mid way between her tits and her cunny, and making no excuses about the fact that he was soaking in the sights.  "Ahhhh I tell ye lass.  If I'd ha' met you a hunnert years ago..."  he trailed off and then said, "Ah, pelor's bollucks, if I'd met you 50 years ago even my crank still worked sometimes.  But age, it creeps up on you.  Been alive too long I have.  I ever tell you why I moved here to Laelith from the..."<br/><br/>He paused as a middle aged human came in calling, "Dwalin, why is there lacy stuff hanging ... oh.  Um, hello miss..."  He seemed to have forgotten her name, but that wasn't especially strange considering the man known as Jakob was usually in the kitchen most of the time he was here, and on top of that was a little bit on the slow side.  "I hope I'm not inneruptin nuffin?"<br/><br/>Dwalin shook his head as he poured a cool draft ale for Ylene, "Nah boy, yer fine, but go in the back and whip up our customer som'in to eat for lunch.  Jakob managed to make it into the kitchen without taking his eyes off Ylene even once, drinking in her smooth curves and shapely body.<br/><br/>Dwalin shook his head, "Good boy him.  Heart of gold even if his head is a bit soft.  Met his wife once, she's a bit touched too, not as bad, but not the sharpest sword in the armory if ye get me drift.  Still they both good people, an they got a boy that's as quick as whip.  Lends a bit of credence to the rumor that his da's slowness was cause of a head wound, not birth."  Dwalin leaned forwards as if to whisper a secret, even though the two of them were still the only ones in the tap room.  He of course used this as an excuse to put one hand on her inky thigh, "He's got a wicked scar on his scalp, back o' the head, under that great mop of hair ya know.  But he says he don't remember nothin from his youth no more, so I guess I'll never know."<br/><br/>He sighed, not bothering to remove his hand but instead giving it a little squeeze, "What was I sayin?  Oh, right.  When they opened up this city, I was one of the first over.  I remember cookin meals over old barrels for the troops what reclaimed the city, and bein given this building after I stood over a wounded man swinging a frying pan at a sahanguin.  Too old to really fight, but I thought there'd be no better way to meet Moradin then facin down an evil like that.  Luckily the ugly fish face was so confused by my old  and slow defense that he paused long enough for an archer to take him down. "<br/><br/>"Weather's so warm here, feels so good on these old bones, I figgered why not stay an live out my days?  Worse ways for a dwarf to go.  Sides, I got one or two kin kickin around that stop in and see me from time to time.  Rumor is that my grandson Flint was tryin ta get ya into the explorers league.  Just watch out fer that one, he's not quite as randy as his grand pappy, but give him a few more decades and he probably will be."<br/><br/>He tossed her a wink as Jakob brought out a platter of cheese, fruit, and vegetables.  "s'too hot for a pretty lady like you to be eatin somein cooked"  he said with a smile.  "An asides that, I just put the stew pot on, won' be ready for a bit yet.  Hope that's ok?"