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"By my beard! Another dwarf, aye there'll be some sense in this group ta be had yet."Gunvald held his arms wide in greeting, "Distant kinsmen, Gunvald Fahrent at yer service." There was no concealing the joy on his face for seeing another of the children of Durin in the present company. "As yeh can see, there hasn't been much in the doin' so much as in the talkn'. Aside from Gale the Harbet here ain't no one picked up a ring so we can leave."

Gunvald moved himself closer to his fellow dwarf. After all, one dwarf was a force to be reckoned with, a pair back to back should be unstoppable. Making no real attempt to truly whisper, he still went through the motion to speak in Golin's ear. "The lot of 'em seem ta think a dwarf can't carry a simple ring without goin' made for the wealth. But between yeh and meself, there's hardly enough gold between the remaining two for a full coin." He didn't feel the need to comment about elvish jewelry to a fellow dwarf so he dove straight into a crude joke.