Thunk turns to the sleepy looking dwarf and shoves a morning ale into his hand. "Looks like you could use this. My friends call me Thunk 'cuz I love to make a weapon go THUNK on me enemies. They also made me an honorary dwarf a time back, so I guess that makes us brothers." Thunk, unaware of his friendly strength, slaps him on the back nearly knocking him over. "What do we call you and your dwarven friend here?"
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