*a dwarf enters a tavern and ask for an ale.. a strong one*
Ah need ta wash dauwn da stench ov death and dragon.
*several people look at him with strange eyes but quickly returns to their own drinks... it's just a dwarf afterall*
Oi, a tell ya dragon. Ya 'now dose rumors from North Hampton... ah been der wit a group. Da attack been done bah a beast, a strange one... nay really a dragon, but much loike one... smaller, but still fiercesome. But nay worry it was dealt wit... ah dealt da killin' blow meself. Nay before it claim' tree ov us tho'. And ah don' tink da dragons be too pleased wit dis new breed...
*stops and doesn't say much more but... after having drain his first ale, and asking for another he stands and speaks softly and without too much accent, as if recalling some words... those nearby can clearly hear him*
'In the days of darkness and greed there came to be the vilest of afflictions
wrought from the minds of those whom would unleash pestilence upon their own blood.
The screams of torment filled the air as blood congealed to a rancorous purulent sap from which life ebbed.
Wings fell from the skies and the rot polluted the soil and air.
Blood against blood.'
*the dwarf drains his second ale, ask for another and drains it too, then walks out again*
