The evening crowd was lighter than usual thought Darvil. Even in Chelwith, about as safe a small city as you could hope for, as the days get shorter customers tended to head home earlier. The door to the main room opened and Darvil could feel the cold air even behind the massive bar. At least it was someone coming in and not leaving. Looking towards the door he saw the short stocky figure of a dwarf. A well armed dwarf, not that he was particularly worried. The city guards at the town gates did a fair job of keeping those intending on trouble out of the city. This dwarf was looking mainly tired and a bit...distant. In fact it took Darvil a moment to realize that he knew him.
"Nerglin! That is you. So you're back from whatever adventure lured you from the Gryphon."
The dwarf looked up, shook his head his eyes widening slightly as he became more aware of his surroundings. "Aye, Darvil. This is still your place? I wasn't sure what with the new sign."
"Just good business" said Darvil, " now that the Haverlith's are back in control of the surrounding territory"
The dwarf slowly worked his way to the bar before shrugging off his pack and sitting down."So there's been war here too? Eh?"
"As long as there are Haverlith's and Graflynn's there will be war around here. And since the only thing they seem to do more often than fight is to breed, I don't see that changing" answered Darvil. " but too? I figured you were off chasing gold, not blood."
"Generally true, but there are times a dwarf has to do what a dwarf has to do. Besides I owed Kailar a debt and honor demanded I repay it. Even if the cost was high, and it was high. At least for Kailar and many of my companions. But pour me some of your ale first, before I tell the tale of our struggle against the Cursed Wizards"