The drunken Dwarfs tale.

Six travelers sat around a table together. They would normally be travelers you wouldn"t expect to be together but yet they looked like a family. They all seemed to look concerned for the dwarf covered in muck and blood from their latest adventure as he sobbed; the tears dripping into his matted ginger beard as the Halfling holding onto his arm in an embrace tried to gently wipe them away. He took another drink and composed himself as he looked upon his companions. He stared at each one individually from the Tiefling to the go worshiping Dwarf and Dragonborn, the Elfish wizard and finally to the halfling female on his arm. He looked at her in awe before returning to his drink. There was a silence in the group before the Tiefling spoke up. "Bonbard are you okay" she whispered to him.  He looked at her and finished off his drink before looking upon the halfling who was covered in all sorts of unexplainable muck and smiled.  He then muttered a soft "I don"t know" as he wiped further tears from his face.  The other dwarf then spoke up. "Who was that guy?" He asked.  Bonbard looked at the bottom of his glass.  "Tha"sa long tale," he said. "And I"ll need another drink"