Durek Stoneshield:
Durek looks at Dwarghar and says, "Race you there, cousin! Last one there's an elf!"
Vanomir was confused by this exchange. What could it mean? Elves ate only what they required and littke else, and were often polite in manner and so happy to let those more needy have first serving.
Ah, wait...perhaps this waas Dwarven humour in action (for better or worse)! Now it made sense. The elf waited his turn before taking a bowl of stew and a cup of ale, while nodding to the wizardly fellow who served him. And then he saw a most curious thing - a dwarf with a wand! And not only that, but a wand he seemed unable to operate.
Vanomir sat down, close but not too close, to Dwarghar.
"May I examine that wand of yours? I am versed in magics, and perhaps I can determine how it functions?"