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Ryn laughed as Chameo came back, listening to the racket the dwarf was creating. "What in the name of all unholy things is that guy doing?",Ryn whispered.

He was just in the biggest part of ancient songs about women, beer, drinking games and the joy of waking up with ones head in ones toilet, when he realised....
He calmly sniffed, and yes, it still was there. He put the hammer and the anvil away, extremly sure to have no need anymore for them, and cursed his luck that the dog was out.... it could have helped.
He grabbed the greataxe of his grandfather, which towered over him with more then twoo feet, and which was sharp enough to slice a goblin in half and behead three attacking ones in one swing. Calmly, he closed his fingers around the handle, and prayed to mighty Thor, the allfather of dwarfenkind, and Moradin,the god of teenage dwarfs, that his lineage woud not be whiped out in the male line before he had the chance to dig his own mine. Then, he prayed for the chance to take as many enemys of dwarfenkind with him as possible before he died, so he could sit in valhalla with his ancestory and should not feel shame comparing his collection of skulls with them.
He put on his battlehemet, his shiniest most spikey steelreinforced combatboots, and his favourite suit of mithril platemail. He gripped the greataxe, took a swig of beer with his other hand, and burped heathily. Then, he stepped through the door.
"Where is that ********************* son of a ******* ********** elf, for **** *********** sake, that claims that a proud member of the dwarven heritage is drunk after just one keg of ale? I AM GOING TO SKIN THIS ***************** of a ***************** with *************** from ********** with *** **** ***** ************ ********** if he does not take back this insult at ONCE!!!!!!"
Burning with anger and hatred for the dreaded elvenkin, he stomped out of his room, with his beard in an acceptably angry shape.

"Dwarf" she said in a laid back tone "It has been a long time since I 'ave seen one for your kind me ma told me of your bret'eren t'oug me pa spoke well of you being celestial 'e spoke well of most" staring down at him "So is it you are anot'er stupid git or you 'ave someting to say?"

Chameo crawled down to the top of the door frame an looked at the new strange creature. "Me Chameo, Chameo like shinies!"

"Shiny is thing that reflect light! Sweet shiny, they my precious! What you are?"

He watched through his red hot flying waves of anger the cursed figure of his sworn enemy, as it slowly sunk in his mind that the abnomination that stood before him was not entirey what he had expected......
"I, " he studdered, trying to maintain his anger, as he felt his eyes getting bigger and bigger.....
"I, "he tried again, his voice slightly trembeling at the sight of that horrid abnomination.......
"I, "he finally said, his battleaxe slightly shaking, while he finally managed to force the giggle out of his voice, "want you....... elf to notice that...... I am not....... drunk after only drinking one ..... keg of sacred dwarfen ale......"
He could not longer contain it, and burst out in laughter. He leaned on his trusty battleaxe for support, while tears rolled down his cheeks and into his beard. He took out a hankey handmade by his grandmother, and whiped away his tears with the free and, while he tried to stand in a dignifying manner.
Finally, as the laughter had camed down, he cleared his eyes, gulped, and bowed before the abnomination.
"I am relly sorry that I got so angry over your righteous cursewords. I guess I was a bit loud and obnoxious, and that I might be a git because i am a bit shorter then you are...."
He finally calmed down, and tried to breath deeply. His sides hurt so much from the attack of laughter that the Dwarf was minutes away from actualy damitting physical imperfection.
"Actually, I think your accent is quite charming, " he said with a wide grin on his face, "and you sure are a fine specimen of your race...."
He hated elves to his deepest core, because they were his worn enemys, but this specimen overtook everything he had ever seen before. He knew that elfes were imoral, and a bit too sexually open, but that they would hump birds.....
"I am Baltazaar, Son of Grendel the Trollslayer", he said, and bowed again in front of her, "at your service... And if I might ask, who are you?"

Crowe blinked at the dragon-like humanoid, now that was pretty impressive. He'd had no idea that he would meet such interesting people when he'd sighed up. Now he was a bit happier that he had. He held out a hand, "Hello, Ryn. My name's Crowe, nice to meet you."