Colin pointed to the white-bearded Dwarf standing beside him. "Isn't Dorn here too?"
"You have to understand, I'm a very busy man for a handsome Dwarf, Colin my boy." Sensing Ale's doubtful gaze, Dorn quickly stroked his beard. "Can't you see? My beard is a rare style!"
"Alright, enough of that. I need to get back and rest. I've been exhausted lately." Colin waved his hand. "See you at the Yule Festival. Oh, and bring some of your beer."
Donkexes crossed his arms. "I hear it's not very polite to ask someone to bring a specific food to the Yule Festival, Colin my boy."
"Fine. In that case, I guess you'll be bringing dwarven beer, won't you?" Colin said, then waved and led Ale out of the sewers, heading toward their apartment.
Halfway there, Ale asked, "Colin, did you guys always used to celebrate the Yule Festival together?"
