The Vineyard Tavern

[The Perky Ent]

"Ah, it's because I'm a dwarf, isn't it? Yep! That's the reason! It always is! Hate the dwarf!" Tror said, slamming his head on the table. He knew it would work. It always worked. Ædhral blushed, before saing in a comforting tone "No. Oh, no. I don't hate you because you're a dwarf. I don't hate you. I, eh..." but Ædhral was lost for words. She honestly had nothing against the dwarf, but one she'd never even met. One she didn't even know the name of. "So you're a good guesser with names?" Ædhral said, changing the subject quickly. Tror knew what she was doing, but went along with it anyway. "As good as they come! I've been around a lot of people, and I've sorta picked it up as a talent. How good are you at it? What's my name?"

Ædhral started feeling a tad more comfortable with Tror, but still not enough to join him. "Oh. Well, your name is. Well, it's. Don't be offended," "Of course not! I never would!" Tror said, as he stared at Ædhral, waiting for a reply. Ædhral took a deep breath. "Your name is Dorfuss Stoneyhand" Ædhral said, in a pace faster than an arrow fired from a Lorien Bow. "Ah ha!" Tror shouted, raising his ale mug into the air. "You got it! Well, you got part of it! The name's Tror, but everyone calls me Stoney!" "Stoney, eh? That was lucky. Well, stoney, it was nice talking to you, but I'm afraid I will have to go..." Ædhral got up,and began to walk away, but Stoney stopped her. "Wait. If you can't stay with me, maybe I'll stay with you. If a great cook, and server! Actually, the reason I'm here is because I wanted to help out. Do anything I can. I can cook, clean, serve, cook." Stoney said, stressing his dream of being a cook. "Well?" Stoney said, waiting for an answer.