Northern Entry to Buhr Mahrling
	A well used wooden dock extends out into the flow of the river with
many punts and river craft moored to its pylons. The whole dock creaks and
groans as it shifts slightly in the current. Closer inspection will reveal that
the dock is not terribly safe.
	Barrels and crates lie haphazzardly around the dock, and the large
warehouse backs onto it. Looming above the warehouse in the distance is the
large form of the water wheel that Buhr Mahrling is famed for. 
	Dock workers scurry back and forth, and the jetty is a hive of activity
as people haul goods to-and-fro.

Middle-earth time is:
Daytime on Sunday, Day 16 of November.

Gumbart

You see a short dwarf with grey, rugged clothes. Gumbart's hair is grey and
long; his beard looks a bit shaggy. Two braids have been waxed and stretch back
to his ears. The piercing black eyes are sunk deep within the wrinkled face. 
Gumbart is wearing travelling clothes: big, strong boots; a coarse, dark coat;
a black hat. 
On his right hand, Gumbart is wearing the only jewelry you can see on him: a
small golden ring.

Fenris

Black eyes like coal stare out at an unfriendly world. The man before you
notices every movement, his eyes darting back and forth. The colour of his skin
is dark like men from the south of Gondor, and he has a shaved head, he stands
about 6'1 and weighs approx. 240lbs of rippling muscle, yet his movements are
of a lrge cat, graceful and subtle. The man has a rust coloured cape half drawn
over his head. His clothing is also of the same dirty coloured material. This
keeps him well camouflaged. Under his overshirt is a hint of leather armor.

Amidst the general noise of the docks, you an old dwarf packing his things. The
other dwarven merchants are still haggling, buying and selling things, their
warders are watching the natives with an uneasy eye. The old dwarf is muttering
and cursing under his breath.

Fenris is looking around... then looks at the dwarf.."Greetings, i am Fenris,
scout of the Dales, who might you be?"

Gumbart looks up, irritated and sweating. He wipes his brow and bows, "Gumbart,
at your service. Pleased to meet you. Are you one of the scouts that will
escort us back to the Iron Hills?"

Fenris hrms and rubs his chin, studing the dwarf.."Well a pleasure to meet you
Gumbart, though thats not my duties at the moment i can guide you back as far
as the Dale-lands.. how is that?"

Gumbart shakes his head. "Hm, you would have to talk to our troupe leader,
Toran, I think. He organized this trip in the first place. If you are not the
official scout he recruited... I shall not leave the company of my fellow
cousins in any case." He rolls up the last tapestry and stores the last bag of
coffee beans in the saddle bags for his ponies and wipes his sweating eye brows
again. "Do you know Buhr Mahrling? Perhaps we could have a drink or something,
instead?"

Fenris shakes his head.. and smiles.."No not really, though there is an inn,
right inside the city(ooc forgot where it is).. I have to make my way back,
hopefully on your way back.. stop in the Dale-lands for a visit Gumbart?"

Gumbart grins, "I shall look out for you! Sorry to see you go."

Fenris nods and wavez.."Good, i look forward to seeing you again, safe journies
on your travels, and good trading.." holds out a hand.."Oh when you come bring
some of that famous Dwarven ale, so we can swap stories.. be seeing ya"

Gumbart waves.