"So, what did you get for us?" he asked in his usual rough tone of voice.
Yorin said nothing at first. Moshinon was surprisingly patient with him, and waited. Eventually, Yorin confessed, "I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't catch anything they said. I fell asleep."
"Argh! You've let us down 'gain, Yorin," Moshinon complained, sipping his ale once more. "You always come back with li'l or no information each trip, because you nearly always fall asleep."
"I will strive to do better next time," Yorin replied solemnly. Moshinon snorted at that remark and blew bubbles out of his ale.
"Yeah, you keep sayin' that but you never do," argued Miradin, also known as Mirad. This was odd as Mirad was usually silent. Yorin looked at him with an annoyed expression.
"No, no, seriously, I will do," he promised, even grinning a little. Moshinon grinned back, possibly because of his ale.
"G'boy," he responded, patting Yorin on the back. "Now, me an' the rest o' us will discuss this while you get a g'night's rest. See you in the mornin'." Yorin obeyed as he left the room, walked north then west in the camp and then entered his tent. Sighing, he fell upon his fur bed, closing his eyes immediately, and then falling asleep in what seemed like minutes.
Moshinon was a Dwarvish term, literally translated as "no mush" but better understood as "doesn't dissapoint". Even though he talked in a rough tone of voice, and grumbled often, he had a Dwarvish accent. Miradin got his name from his famous father, called Aradin. He was too Dwarvish, and he worked in a gold mine. Aradin meant "Well dug", or "hard worker".
The name Itav Initev in itself meant "never beaten". This name was discussed by Moshinon and Miradin when the gang formed for the first time.
"Well, we didn't exac'ly get what we wan'ed," Moshinon started, having a slur because of the ale. "We told Yorin to get out, an' he came back with no information."
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