1 forsaken ale
Somewhere in the barren lands sat a solitary dwarf staring at the dubious brew standing before him. He swayed the dark liquid, moving too slow through his tankard "What is this? I asked for Ale!". Hilfar took big gulp and crinched at the taste "Are you trying to poison me? Bah!". The bartender yelled over to the hooded dwarf "Forsaken ale, dear customer! Enjoy!". Hilfar grumbled staring at the tankard again and swallowed the rest of it "What has become of me..."
3 forsaken ales
With a bent head, the dwarf still sat there in a quiet corner. His beard touching the table, his eyes absent. His mind wandered to his home in Thorin's halls, brewing ale with his father, songs and laughter in Runulfs tavern. The silence in this forsaken inn was pressing on his mind. Unwillingly his mind was sucked back into the deeps of Khazâd-Dum. Orcs by the hundreds, his old friend Thalamath fighting till his last breath. Deeper into the earth the darkness was overwhelming, there was but one light, Mithril. "Traitor!" the eyes of his former lord burned with anger, an image that was burned in his brain. "I am sorry.."
Down another forsaken ale went "Gimme another!".
8 forsaken ales
Rubbing his aching head, Hilfar looked at the fireplace, humming "Forsaken ale.. Forsaken inn.. Forsaken life, Gimme Another!!". *hic* "They all abandoned me! All *hic* of them..Are you listening? *hic*". The bartender shook his head "Here one from the house".
11 forsaken ales
Merry songs of better days fill the tavern. With a booming voice, and sounds that should go for words, Hilfar sang
"Ale, ale, tasty ale,*hic*
we fill the kegs *hic*, a few for sale.
The best we keep, before we sleep,
we drown our troubles in the deep!"
*hic*
23 forsaken ales
Tavern keep sighed "Can someone please drag that dwarf to his room?"
