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A company of dwarves from the Blue Mountains Regiment arrange to meet with Lord Ironjaw of the Iron Hills Regiment and his herald in their embassy in Erebor, under the Lonely Mountain.

Onid Rimelock of the Temámir.

("My black hair didn't turn white because I'm old, it's the fault of these frigid Western winters...!")

Refugee of Rhûn, veteran of the Haban'akkâ, survivor of the Battle of Azanulbizar...

...senior bookkeeper of Thorin's Hall, leisurely greenhouse gardener, father of Olruna.

With all our guests retired to their accommodations, those still standing after a night of dancing and drinking have free rein of whatever's left in the kegs. 

One binge-drinking later, our cleaners stumble across two broken tables, sticky puddles of ale and scraps of food, and a mountain of dwarves all passed out on the floors of the tavern. The signs of what must've been a truly successful dwarven Yule.

With everyone downing as much ale, mead, and imported wine as they please, the Yuletide merriment is in full swing and many take to the dance floor.

Finishing her duties outside, Nistrid checks in with the barkeepers, only to find that they had already gone through over a third of the casks -- and the party only just started!

Rundod and Nistrid welcome a party of guests to the tavern-hall, guided there through the winding mountain roads by the beautiful Freylis.

Rundod and Nistrid confiscating weapons before guests can enter the tavern-hall and join the Yule Revelries.