[ Gazille can immediately tell that something's wrong here. First off, nobody invites him to parties. Secondly, he's pretty sure the beard is new. But everyone just keeps passing him pints and calling him by name, so maybe he's just imagining things?
Confusion disappears with every sip, and he finds himself remembering details about his life. His forge, deep in the mountains. His brother dwarfs, and some of the mischief they get up to. His foot taps along with the beat and he scowls to hide it, one arm crossed firmly across his chainmail.
Maybe in another dozen or so ales he'll find the courage to ask the musicians if he can examine that lute... ]
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Confusion disappears with every sip, and he finds himself remembering details about his life. His forge, deep in the mountains. His brother dwarfs, and some of the mischief they get up to. His foot taps along with the beat and he scowls to hide it, one arm crossed firmly across his chainmail.
Maybe in another dozen or so ales he'll find the courage to ask the musicians if he can examine that lute... ]