No worries, I'm just RPing to pass the time.
Kriger eyes the elf with as he gives his simple story. The barbarian joins in with a chuckle of his own as he takes another drink from his ale. "Aye, now that is worthy cause, eh?" agrees the barbarian. "And you have my thanks for saving my hide--our hides."
The blond hairs expression goes dark for a moment as he thinks back on the night's battle. Taking another drink from his ale, he looks up to the others. "Yes, we're the ones. My name is Kriger. The unconscious one is Sharn, a ranger. The gnome is Basnite and his four legged companion is Fang. The wizard was Keanu, but as you can see he decided that adventuring wasn't cut of for him."
Shrugging his shoulders in neither judgement or condemnation at the wizards departure, Kriger continues with their tale, "Original hired by that fiend to clear out some family crypt of bandits. Turns out they weren't no bandits. Just a tomb full of undead. And then the bastard himself turned out be a ghastly fiend!"
Kriger slams his mug down on the table and goes silent for a moment.
Relaxing, the barbarian smiles again, "But he's truly dead now and this is the stuff tales are spun from. So let's drink to adventure!"
After a moment or two, Kriger then signals the barkeep, following Quorthon's instructions to send word to the Wayfarers Society of their status.