Gorash the lonesome
You go to your cozy rooms and prepare to sleep, after cursing the partying dwarves you fall a sleep after a couple of hours, the beds are warm and comfortable and you sleep well.
Third Waterday, Coldeven 19/3/600
You wake up to the sound of the breakfast's bell and enjoy delicious boiled eggs, goat's cheese and corn bread. Packing and taking your horses you soon find yourselves in front of the isolated dwarf's hut, a low stone fence circles a stone hut, "Keep Out" sign, written in Dwarvish and the common tongue greets you when you approach the stony hut.
What is your business within my property strangers?! Speak fast!
A deep voiced yell comes out from behind a pile of logs, an elderly dwarf peeks from behind, around 200 years old you guess, with uncared grey beard, wrinkled face and "I saw enough in my life" kind of look, he holds a big blood dripping knife in one hand, in his other hand you spot the remains of an otter.
He drops the otter and nails the knife into one of the logs, he cleans his hands on his working smock and approach.
What do you want?! I don't have the whole day for your kind