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[fire_of_mahal]

While Gimli deeply and truly appreciates the ingenuity of modern forms of plumbing, sometimes the more traditional ways of getting clean are called for after a hard day of work. Streams are good. So are lakes

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[bad_as_he_is]

And he is joined by a young man with a truly amazing appetite who settles beside him and orders breakfast himself.

"Morning, Master Gimli."

[fire_of_mahal]

Ah, another who has to do a bit of scrambling to sit- very well, perhaps he's not so peeved as he might have been. "Good morning, young Tom," the dwarf answers. "And how do you fare this fine morn?"

[bad_as_he_is]

"I've had a good night's rest, sir," he answers, "and I'm fit and ready for work as soon as you'll need me today. After, I was thinking perhaps to--oh!"

And he turns with a grin, leaning his arm on the counter.

"That is to say, sir, there was a gentleman interested in having something done for himself, sir. Some sort of sword as he didn't like the one the bar made for him."

[fire_of_mahal]

"Ah, is there now?" Gimli inquires, eyebrows up. "Do tell. It's been a while since I had such an order."

[almost_arabian]

Lawrence is still sketching his sword down the bar a few seats from Gimli. When he glances up to see the man, however, he glides over quite easily and smiles.

"Good morning, sir." A slight smile crosses his face - this can only be the man that Tom had mentioned to him the other day.

[fire_of_mahal]

The dwarf glances up, some time after his conversation with Tom, and smiles. "Good morning indeed," he says. "Would I be correct in assuming you were the gentleman young Mr. Jones spoke of to me earlier this day?"

[almost_arabian]

"Most correct indeed, I should say."

He nods, taking a seat on the stool near to Gimli and ordering from Bar some bangers and mash.

[fire_of_mahal]

Gimli nods with some satisfaction. "Very well, then," he says. "Gimli, son of Gloin, at your service."