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There is a Dwarf, settled in at a well-lit table, with the remains of a meal and about half a tankard of ale. The reason he's got half a tankard (rather than an empty one) is because he's fallen to working on a new pair of socks while he's in the Bar. And by 'working on', we mean 'knitting'.

Grey and black, if you were wondering.