Girm entering the tavarn ses Quaid. AM NOT OMAR. there you are my brother. fetch me a rabbit stew. a see you have stop the unnecessary killing of goblinds. and gotten a real job. before the sentence is down he is on a good way in his first large mug of ale. all his hair and beard almost cover his face while he is emptying the mug of ale.....suddenly stopping the drinking slamming the mug down so hard the rest of the ale splashes in all directions. ses the frogman.......LUNCH....