[spoiler]idk if I just didn't explain it right, but Dale is not wearing armor. The Good Knight's Night is the name of the inn. [/spoiler] [b]The rather large man, standing at 6'3" caught the drunken fool, holding him with impossibly tight hands. However, despite their vice like grip, they held a warmth behind them, as if one could simply fall asleep in his arms with little effort. Standing the drunken man up, Dale shifted his hands so one was on the other's shoulder, the other on his arm, so that he could support the man as he began walking him towards the inn. The rocks for now were placed in his pocket, tucked away so he could focus on getting the fool to safety. [/b] Drinking your troubles away? Or perhaps, judging by your mood, the opposite of troubles. [b]Similar to his hands, Dale's voice was deep and grumbled like a mountain, but held a soft restraint. His words were smooth rather than sharp and cut and seemed to glide over each other as he talked. They were rather relaxing, in honesty. [/b]