Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20171231065622

"Oh, the Dwarves here are quite the isolationists, I'm afraid," Adelaide chuckles, "They just isolate themselves from each other.  The Fatherhallers that no doubt aided your crossing once you made it through the Old Roads are a splinter colony of the Hrungnirians.  But they are friendly enough, in their own way, as long as one's sensibilities are not so delicate as to suffer when in the throes of Dwarven hospitality."

Asja turns and removes the silver cover from the second tray, revealing it full of small sanwiches, cookies, and slices of fruit. She then finishes steeping the tea and begins pouring it into five cups.

She uncovers the lids from the sugar and cream, placing the little foodstuffs on the plate and, setting aside a cup the first cup of tea, then lifts the cream and sugar.

"How will you take it?" She says flatly to Baku, but obviously directed at everyone.