[The Barrow-Wight]

Still aghast that he had stammered, an action completely foreign to him and until this moment unimagined, Orogarn Two strode forward and introduced himself to dragon and Dwarf, leaving the also newly arrived Earnur ungreeted but not forgotten.

“I am Orogarn Two, son of Orogarn One, son of The Orogarn Jr., son of The Orogarn, son of Garn Eight, son of Garn Seven, son of Kevin, son of Garn Six,…”

“Please jump to the end,” suggested Halfullion, rolling his eyes.

“Of course,” answered Orogarn Two, seemingly unhurt by the interruption. “I am Orogarn Two, son of Orogarn One, third cousin of Isildur, 84 times removed!”

He looked hard into Dwarvish eyes, but not a spark of recognition made itself visible. A similar gazing into dragonish orbs left him equally unknown. Sullenly, he continued.

“Have you, in the course of your journeys, perhaps, maybe, come upon a wallet of impressive size and more so the content? It went missing while wandering, and I fear I may have been burgled.”