Breville sat silently at the back of the Hall, detatched from the throng, he watched thefigures at the bar, their hearty laughter and their emotive greetings. He looked down at the full horn mug in his hand and again wondered what he was doing here.
Sounds of shattered glass and wood were nothing new, however the sounds of combat caused him to look up sharply, Breville paused, it was still too early for fights, he frowned, the combatants would be too sober, and that was never a good thing.
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A quiet night in Thorin's Hall...
