“The mines are open!” Tycho’s voice boomed in the stogy air. There was a great scrap of chair and boot, as the patrons turned to look at him. “A drink for one and all!”
Tycho turned to the barkeep, “What do they call you, sir?”
“Not sir, that’el tell yah,” the Dwarf smiled, “Kaz, Kaz Kurden.” Kaz nodded, “And I know who you lot are; no need to tell me.”
Tycho nodded in similar fashion and handed Kaz a stack of coin, “That should cover a round or two, some bread, some cheese, whatever that will muster. If ya need more, ask me, but then I’ll be want’n a full account.” Tycho tossed him another coin, “That one’s for your efforts friend, thank you.” He nodded in dwarven fashion again.
Tycho grabbed a mug and turned to the crowd raising it high, “Huzzah! To the miners, to the hearts of Blackstone! Huzzah!”
“Huzzah!” the crowd roared in answered.