9 Barin
The wall of dirt crumbles before Barin’s eyes, revealing a large hall. Wooden beams support the large arching ceiling, and dozens of torches cast a dancing yellow glow over the tables.
“Enre, who is your friend?” an elf calls from a table off to the left.
“Someone I picked up on the road. He was in a spot of trouble from the Dark Ones.” The elf, who Barin realizes never introduced himself in the chaos, puts a hand on his shoulder. “I think he will be pretty useful to the cause.”
“Well, that is good. We need some fresh blood to send to Hollens. They are getting spread a little too thin.”
Enre nods. “What is the grub tonight?”
“Gabi’s stew. Got a shipment of dried beef again, so she thought she would try to revitalize it. Not too shabby.”
“Alright. I’ll talk to you later.” W
