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Renna gulped the scotch gratefully, the alcohol calming her nerves. SHe flicked a heavy gold coin to Sam as a tip, and looked around the bar, stretching as she did. Renna had a soft spot for the Rotten Rabbit. Now she came to think of it, she'd been thinking about wanting a good, calming drink at the Rabbit when she'd been in the rift. She chuckled at the rift's kindness, and finished her scotch. Chelle practically scoffed the cake, her portal gun staying in her lap as she used both hands to eat the cake. It was a little dry, but she ate cake at any opportunity after years of being denied it. The milkshake was good, and accounted for the cake's dryness. Lara looked around at the patrons of the bar, sussing them all up, seeing which would put up a fight, and which would do actual damage. Renna saw Brimir's hammer and gasped in excitement. "Is that orichalcum?!!? Hammers made of that stuff are impossible to find!" Renna rushed over to Brimir's seat, bringing her own hammer with her. She grinned at Brimir. She brought her own hammer onto the counter, making a thud as she put it down, probably making a small dent or something. But from the stuff Renna had seen in this place, it was nothing. She ran her hands over her own war hammer. "Got this made in Moria for my birthday, made of a unique mixture of Erebor stone and titanium. It took a while to be able to pick it up, but after a week or two it was a piece of cake. How did you even get that? I've always wanted a hammer as good as that, but all the hammer smiths I could find didn't have any." She put her cheek on her hand as she leaned on the counter. She stuck out her other hand. "Renna Hedroth, you?" Chelle chuckled at Renna turning into such a hammer nerd, then looked down to see a little grey pegasus rubbing her cheek on her thigh.