Trying to sit at a table was like hell tonight at the Prancing Pony bar. Dwarves, elves and humans alike all gathered, laughing and shouting.

You push through the crowd, almost tripping a few times. You weave through the crowd.. and see a table with only one person sitting. A dwarf. You kindly wave and sit beside him.

"Sorry, can't find a seat." You apologize softly, and he nods in understandment. "I understand." He replied.

You both sit in silence, drinking your respective booze.