Thriin usually stayed at taverns. When he came of the age of 24, he left his homeland in search of honor and glory in his family's name. He knew nothing of the lands, and he hadn't focused on training his mind all those long, hard years. He merely did physical training. However, it was obvious to him that taverns were meeting places for the people of the land he now found himself in. That, and they were always supplied with much drink. Whenever Thriin stopped by one, he always ordered a keg for his travels with the money he inherited from his parents' conquests. Surprisingly, he almost never saw a fight within one. However, one tavern was different. He had walked into this one, and for once, the whole room didn't seem to notice his arrival. He calmly walked through the crowd and sat at a seat in the corner of the room. A woman came to him shortly after, offering him her body, but he declined as politely as he could, as he didn't want to hurt her feelings, but he felt she was a little rash for loving him so soon (he knew near nothing of how this land was, and thus didn't know what a prostitute was). He declined, and waved over a waitress. He ordered his usual drink, 4 mugs of pure beer. After the usual look of shock from the waitress that Thriin was used to, she left. Moments later, a fight was seeming to break out behind him. He heard yelling and blows being traded, many of which were missing their target or targets. He decided to stay out of it, as it was likely a battle between two warriors who had a dispute. However, when a bottle hit the
back of his head, he decided it was going to be his very first challenge in this new land. He stood, a slight grin on his lips as he turned to face his challengers. He saw upwards of 10 men trying to fight one, that is, until they had seen him stand up. He decided he would only use his fists for these surprisingly small men. He placed his axe, Grimmfang, on the table behind him, confident that it wouldn't be stolen. In a slight moment, he chose to help the one scrawny man fight the others. When he first swung, it was at the man who looked like the leader of the men. The man was taken aback by how fast Thriin's fist moved, and didn't even try to move. He flew back into the bar, cracking it. Thriin groaned. He was no longer enjoying this fight, and it had just begun! His opponents were weak, and had no combat training at all! He proceeded to break the bodies of the other men for not facing the scrawny man in honorable duels of spirit and strength. When he was done, he turned to the scrawny man. "They were weak men! But even worse, they are cowards for not fighting honorably and using numbers against one smaller than them! You are welcome little man!" Thriin boomed at the scrawny man.