This requires some background.
Ryde got into a smithing contest in Eagle's Reach with a bunch of other dwarves and some humans and one elf, even. He made two Ravensbeaks and won. This made both him and his sponsor look good, and his sponsor was quite pleased with him. Later that evening he was invited to a celebration given by his sponsor, at which there were a number of other dwarves. Everybody was having a fine time until Ryde started talking about how he had been to the southern lands, and made enemies with some evil nasty god, and he was cursed, and had been imprisoned for years and years, and all he wanted to do was go home and get this curse removed...it got real quiet around the table, especially after he spoke the name of the god out loud and it suddenly got dark in the room.
Enter Dave, Lord of Sarcasm, commenting on this later:
Yeah jeez, what a dog in the manger HE [Ryde] is, all those simple sweet dwarven folk, just wanting to party and Cassandra has to show up and wreck everything. I bet he was ticked off at having to eat some fancy boiled dwarven fare (boil a chicken and some root things until they are all pretty mushy, if any guests are expected, put out some salt too). "Hey what fun we are having! My joy would be complete except I am cursed by _______ and have journeyed under the shadow of the Elder God Asshole himself and I was imprisoned for a decade. But hey, why talk about me? Drink up!"
Heck all the hobbits had was roast pig, apple pie and cream, mushroom pie with pudding, several fruit tarts, frumenty, lampreys in jelly, and a dozen quail baked into a pie. A light snack really, since they couldn't really spend too much time cooking with all those dwarves to boil food for AND serve beer. At least dwarven beer is good.
Oh and for dessert there was trifle and honey baked apples.
I wonder what he does for an encore? Tell litle dwarven kids that the Yule spirits are their parents? Nah, that WOULD be a lie.