Dalgura Ironhammer:
"Now Thane, you mentioned you have learned a bit of our language. Let's hear you speak it. Let's see if those pebbles are still in your mouth."
Thane had been content with finishing off his platter and his first mug of hot cider while listening to the dwarven ladies speak back and forth, so Dalgura's request caught him off guard. He swallowed the last of his cider a bit hard and looked a tad uncomfortable.
"Uh, what should I speak about?" he wondered out loud. He drummed the fingers of his right hand on the table for maybe a five count before making up his mind.
"Okay, I can do that," he said, sticking to the common tongue for the moment.
"Since you dwarves like to hear about people's lineages, I think I'll tell you something about mine. So, here we go..." He swallowed hard again and reached reflexively for his now-empty mug and his hand fell short as he realized it was indeed empty. He stowed the offending hand in his lap for safekeeping.
"I am Thane of the tall and showy Harkensen family line," he began. His pronunciation seemed fine, for a human, anyway.
"My family line is filled with proud busy men! We humans don't look backwards so far as dwarves into family lines, so I will speaking of my Grand Pa and my Pa only," he continued, a little nervously. Perhaps he hadn't spoken Dwarven very recently.
"My Grand Pa was quite big known Sheep Whittler," he began to describe his Grandfather's profession.
"He had most large Sheep Whittling house in all Luskan, and sold many kinds of wool, skins, and clothings made from Sheep Whittling. His name and treasure was so great he sented my Pa to big school to learn how to draw words and make books. Grand Pa is now dead, but I have a blanket of Sheep Whittlings with me even to this day, nice blanket and heavy, very good against cold night chillings."
Thane paused and dared to quickly look in the eyes of his dwarven companions to judge whether they were following him or not. It seemed that they were, judging by the smiles on their faces, which he interpreted as him telling them a good tale of lineage. Encouraged, he got a little more bold and sped up the pace of his delivery.
"My Pa, back when, he was made of many big brains! That's why Grand Pa sented him to study. And study he did, long and chewy he studied. My Pa works with book, you see. He works with them so hard that they falls out of their bindings! Which is okay because Pa also knows how to make words and colory drawings and so he writes the fallen apart books like new and binds them up himself. Pa gets much treasure from this book working and is able to make and keep a big family. I am middle-most of nine rocklings, but unlike most of them, Pa said I have few brains and so I do not work with words or books."
Thane pursed his lips and looked both pouty and peevish at this for a second or two, then his neutral mask settled again and he wound up his tale of lineage.
"So this brings talkings to me. I may have few brains and not be able to work with words and books like Pa or my chipstones, but I am strong and tough like horse or ox. So I make my treasures by trading my arms for weapons, my skin for armors, and beating up foes of Luskan for my boat boss. But boat boss sent me here with train of wagons to beat up foes that want to steals wagon treasures, and I get to stays here until train of wagons go back when sun melts snows. This is okay with me. Luskan was not always happy place for me to make my treasures anyway."
Thane had an almost happy expression on his face. He made it through his tale of lineage! And, he thought to himself, he even managed to throw some embellishments in there to make the tale more interesting for Dalgura and Ladysmith Helda, too.
He leaned forward on the bench and eyed them with anxious curiosity.
"Well, what do you think? Do I really speak with stones in my mouth?" he asked, reverting to the Common tongue.
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