I travel down the mountains as the sun continues to set. I have no idea what fate has in store for me. Orlen was my only friend here and now he’s gone. It’s getting colder, and I’m starting to get hungry. I bet Olen would know what to do.

I reach the bottom of the mountain and enter a large forest that the path leads to. I find a small lake and scoop up the water with my hands to wash off my face. I don’t think I’ve ever gone this long without a shower in my life. Well I guess the first thing to do is find other humans if possible.

I resume walking, now faint with hunger. Boom! Clash! I hear muffled noises near a large boulder. I wonder what that could be? I walk towards it and can see a small amount of warm yellow light. There appears to be some sort of cellar-like door on the ground. Well I’m tired, starving and feeling faint, I guess I should just open it.

“Hum, ho, hum, ho, off to work we go, dwarves we be, and dwarves we go!”

Huh? That sounds like singing. I’m in a small tunnel space that’s somehow receives light. I army crawl towards the end and am then blasted by light, there’s a whole city down here! Filled with..dwarves??!

A guard that looks like he’s about to fall asleep suddenly hears me.

“ Intruder! Intruder! There be an intruder!” He yells, trying to run towards me. He’s a bit overweight and probably drunk so it almost looks like he’s running in slow-motion.

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All the dwarves in the local vicinity stop what they are doing and look at me. I look around and can see a blacksmith at a forge, a dwarf baking bread, and a bunch of rugged dwarves mining ore.

“Umm hey guys” I put my hands up in the sign of surrender.

A dwarf with a rather magnificent beard steps through the crowd and stops the guard dwarf with a wave of his hand.

“ What is a human doing here? Speak up boy!”

“ I’m sorry ,I just escaped a dragon attack at the arena and somehow found this place” I plead desperately.

“ Lies, he must be a spy. Kill him!” he gestures to the guards.

“ Wait ! I met a dwarf there named Orlen, he died saving my life from the dragon.”

“ What?! You don’t mean the legendary blacksmith Orlen do you?” he stops the guards from advancing.

“ Yes! He said he was from the snow-peak mountains, we were in cells right next to each other.”

“ I see. If your story is true, then that means that Orlen believed enough in you in order to die for your sake.” He says while stroking his magnificent beard.