The dwarf chuckled.<br/><br/>"Greetings to the lot of ya.  But you seem to be thinking that I'm some kinda leader or somethin."<br/><br/>He gestures to the amulet.<br/><br/>"Done heeded the call of yer king, just the same as the lot of ya. Came in to town day or two ago.  Damn goblins ... one true rumor about these parts, goblins is everywhere and they got big heavy sacks a bronze too.  Damn things ambushed the caravan I was travelin' with.  Now, them goblins ain't so smart to attack a army of dwarves but by the hills they done so."<br/><br/>She turns to the priestess after his little spiel.<br/><br/>"And a proper dwarf always expects a battle, Miss."<br/><br/>He smiled again, taking a drink.<br/><br/>"Tormbor Ironbeard, atcher service."<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>The female halfling comes over to the table with a large smile.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the Borderlands Tavern, fine folk.  I see the king has finally sent some help, much needed out these parts.  Name's Oprah, and I'm happy to get whatever you'd like!"<br/><br/>She nods to Zemok.<br/><br/>"Stew “à la maison”, only 3 silvers, or if you've a mind for it, for 5 silver the best steak you've ever had!  Our local brew, Becke's, is only 3 silver for a pint, and I highly recommend it to you all, but if you prefer I can get you an import."<br/><br/>---------<br/><br/>Between Oprah's talking, and the general bustle in the Tavern with trickling in of the adventurers, the party can hear a group of men at a nearby table discussing something about orcs, and how the goblins are just the start of things.