The dwarf who had been zoning out for a bit tensed up "Oh, yes..I suppose forgot about that." He cleared his throat as if preparing to give a great aphorism, "I suppose I should tell you my name if anything." He leaned back in his chair as if his name was something that he had forgotten and was trying to recall it from memory. "They call me Barden..yes, that will do..Anyways, I had a wife, and a daughter, and we lived on our own farmstead." He paused each time, trying to recall these repressed memories, whilst keeping a straight face without grieving. "I used to do alot of smithwork like my father, Havrook...Days back then were happy times. My wife died giving birth to my daughter, Branae..she was a strong woman.." He looks to the tavern ceiling, almost wistfully as if remembering the older days. "Regardless, I worked hard to support my little gem, she hardly knew her mother and crops were beginning to wither, as the Maker threw less and less rain in our path." He began to speak more slowly as if it was harder and harder to utter out words until he stopped to a sigh. "My mind would be a bit more clearer with a bit of food in my stomach." He looked towards the counter were the waitress worked, trying to shift the mood a bit.
