What Do We Do With A Drunken Sailor?

Thoren bobbed his head encouragingly to Brandr as he tried to pronounce the name of his home. Grinning as he for the most part pronounced it right. He chuckled as Brandr spoke, shaking his head slightly. “You spoke fine.” He replied in an encouraging tone. It wasn’t a difficult word to pronounce, but he was pleased that Brandr even gave it a try, most would just butcher the name and not care. This wolf did seem to at least care enough to try and put effort into it. Thoren was quickly back in the water, but as he waited he found himself looking at the pouch that Brandr had, with a crafter as a sister, it didn’t take him long to realize what he was doing. Tanning. “My sister is good with hide.” He didn’t often brag about Dutches talents but crafting was her gift and he enjoyed watching her make things…though he had little interest in learning how to craft.

Brandr told him about Abaven and Thoren found himself grimacing at the mention of the Plains. “Lots of sun. No place for dwarf.” He chuckled, shaking his head before he dived for a fish.