Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150628202441/@comment-24736819-20150802054226

(Septimus, don't forget about Cassander! XD)

It was then that a loud celebration followed by several congratulations could be heard. The match was finally over and it seemed like Balin's uncle came out victorious.

"I told you, Carpenter!", he boasted, "There is no one in all the Provinces, Isles or Continents who could beat me in such contest!"

Joramun slapped his big, beer-belly and laughed the thunderous laugh Balin was used to hear from his father. Tormund's younger brother was the shortest of the three brothers, standing over 6'7 but he was also the largest and probably the strongest of all three as well. Much like Tormund he used a braided beard, yet his was shorter than his brother's.

"Wish me luck.", were Balin's words to Azaron as he got up from his chair, "What about me, Uncle? I'm sure I can beat you!"

Joramun turned around, surprised to hear the word 'Uncle'.

"Little Balin?!", he said, still surprised by the encounter.