Goren Splithorn was the next to approach the table. To a human, the dwarf would have looked about thirty years old. Dwaves keep a different time, though. A time that would measure him as nearing his first century. A bound length of red hair ran down between his shoulderblades and the simple clay rings in his long beard marked him as a scholar. At 4'2 and a standard healthy weight for his stature, the man in a well-polished mithril shirt looked like nothing special. Nothing, that is, save for the intensity in his eyes. "You're the fellow looking for Stonegard Keep, are ye?" The learned man took a second to clear his throat and raise his finger to order an ale for himself.<br/>"I'll tell ye why ye should take me along. Me name's Goren Splithorn. I just passed me first century last week and I'm still but a lad to me clan. Me pa is twice as old and still a lad, too. Me grandpa died at three-hundred-two, still a lad. Do you get what I'm saying? Three generations have been unable to complete the gladdinggarsun, and why? Because our namestone lies somewhere beneath Stonegard Keep. I got an ancestor from there. Left before everything went wrong and never said why. All I got's a name, and I aim to find it so that I can place my name beside it and have children who can do the same." It was at this point that the ale finally arrived. He slipped the barmaid the standard price as well as a modest tip and took a sip to wet his whistle before continuing. "There's the way, now let me tell you the how. Me pa spent his whole life studying Stonegard Keep. Wanted to find it himself, ye see. Soon as I was old enough, I took to helping him. Studied a wide range of subjects learned everything I could about everything in some hope of a connection. If we run into any beasties, and I suspect we will, I can tell ye where to hit and where they'll try to hit you. I'm also decent with a bow. Good enough not to accidentally shoot ye in the arse, anyway." It was true, he had a darkwood short bow hanging at his side. Another swig prepared him to tell the rest of his capabilities. "Anything else? Ahh, yes, me favorite thing to kill is giants. They're so hard to miss. I know a bit of magic, but it's really not me specialty, so don't expect any miracles." After that, the scholarly dwarf simply shrugged, having no more to say and trusting Dagnabet to make his decision.