Magic Rolls

The party felt relief to finally sitdown after the days walk. Setting their belongings down close by they did their best to fit into the dwarven chairs. Elder Erinforge ordered a group of people to clear a table and put it down next to Erik.

"Please sit." the Elder spoke, "This will be a feast to remember with you our honored guest."

Kespin had grabbed the attention of a group of dwarven children from another table at the end of the hall. He noticed them snickering and could hear them discussing his size compared to the Jotun. It brought a smile to his face, the excitement of youth. Seeing the world with new eyes, but this world now.
Tsk Tsk he thought to himself. He tried to remember....something.... something from before the Ragnarok? He knew the world had changed, but how did he know this?

His concentration was broken by laughter again from the children. One had gotten onto the shoulders of the one, mimicking Erik. Another, the youngest and smallest of the group of children, was walking toward the two in a skip obviously making fun of the way Kespin walked through the Dwarven corridors earlier that day. Kespin turned to look at the rest of the party, but everybody else were in deep conversations with the Elder and others of high stature among the dwarves.
Kespin frowned and pulled his book from his satchel and began flipping pages muttering to himself. His eyes opened wide suddenly and he slammed the book shut glaring at the children.
The children continued to snicker at the short old man. Kespin nodded his head upward and all the bread rolls from the childrens table rose in the air. Hovering, a foot or so over the table. The children stared in amazement silently, until one shot into the direction of the dwarven child mimicking the giant. The child let out a yelp and fell off his friend as the bread roll bounced off his head.
The children began to laugh out loud and cheered at this.

"Quiet yourselves!" one of the dwarven men yelled out. The rolls all fell to the table before any adults noticed. Kespin slid his chair into the table in a suspicious manner. Luna gave him a scolding look from across the table and whispered.

"What are you up to now old man?

Kespin stared down into his soup embarrassingly, then he turned his gaze back to the childrens table and grinned. Snickers and giggles came from the group as they tried to show their approval of him. It was obvious they wanted to see more.

The table of adults went on discussing, eating, and drinking. Feeling the coast was clear, Kespin began to glare at a bread roll that was lying on Jorrik's plate. The hard bread softened up from soaking it in his ale slowly began to hover before Jorrik's eyes.
With his tankard up to his lips he stared at the roll.

"Anybody else seeing this?" he muttered quietly in disbelief. Had the dwarves spiked their ale with something he wondered.

The dinner roll flew through the air and headed towards Erik bumping him in the side of the head. The children all jumped up shouting in laughter interupting the adults dinner conversation. Kespin jumped up onto the seat of his chair and shouted "Did you see that! Magic rolls!"

The children began to laugh even louder and picked up their rolls and started to throw them at each other shouting Magic Rolls! Two of the adult dwarves grabbed the rambunctious group of youngsters apologizing to the group and giving Kespin angry looks as they scooted them out of the dining hall. Kespin looked around the table. His party of travelling companions all stared at him with the same scolding look Luna had just given him. He sat back down apologetically and began to sip his soup.