TIMEOTHY'S DND CAMPAIGN IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS

Alak refrained from speaking, instead opting to indulge in the only present keg of real Dwarven Ale. He was rather surprised by its existence, hoping that it was proof enough that a Dwarf was the one hiring his skills. Or at least someone that knew their drink. He would scoff at the prospect of drinking anything the other races concocted, eventually settling for the argument that booze was booze and would force himself to drink if there was no alternative substance.

It didn't take long for the presence of someone remotely pointy-eared to rile him up, but he let himself simmer first, lest his drink be spoiled. His hand was never far from the axes on his weapon belt at any rate.