The Dwarf

The big oak door swung open and a gust of cold air burst through the Inn . The Stout Red headed Dwarf with a grey cloak and a silver helm pushed his way in moving towards the big fireplace. His long forked beard encrusted with ice glistening in the well lit Great room. The oak door slammed shut with a great thud. The whole room went quiet, even the large table of local farmers turned to see the disturbance, they burst into laughter and returned to their discussion.
The Dwarf lumbered towards a round table near the fire a few feet from the Small figure propped on a stool with a ring of smoke wafting about his head.
"An ale Barman, and warm food if you've got any." Barked the Dwarf.
"Tain Stonefist at your service.