Seemingly content, he found a place to sit down, leaning his wooden shield against the wall next to him, and placing his backpack on the floor
We might be on neighbouring tables as I figure an 'adventurers' corner or the like that we navigate to.She will take a table, placing her bow on the chair behind her, a shield and basic pack tucked under the table.
Scarlett sees the newcomer, pushing her pack with her feet under her table a little more to give him room to pass by. She has her ale and using the last crusty bread slices, wipes her bowl clean of well simmered stew.
"The stew is basic and wholesome. I would recommend it. And cheap too." she says to Theraxx to break the ice, she actually speaks Dwarven as a language so will use that figuring it more polite.
She doesn't know so much of Dwarven traditions or faith; language yes she knows; war cries, tavern songs and cussing for sure.
Seeing the dwarf impressed with the shield behind the bar, "Bollo the barman. A former adventurer. He originally came to explore the nearby Barrows but then found his fortune serving leftovers and rumours of buried treasures to hungry adventurers." she remarks and points to various niches and ledges around the walls that are littered with trinkets and tributes, items taken from the tombs.