[Rob-hin]

“Sweet, but firm.”
He held his crystal glass up in front of a light.
“Nice and red too. Aye, this is a fine indeed”

In a small room, a dwarf sat in front of a fireplace. In his hand he held a glass of wine. The light got bent through the crystal and lit up the room with strange colours.
The crystal and the wine were probably the only things really worth something in the whole place, yet it didn't look poor. The room was nicely, but humbly decorated.

After he finished his glass, he put it down on a small wooden table next to him. “The salesman wasn’t lying, this is an excellent wine. I’ll visit him tomorrow to see if he has some more.”
For a couple of minutes, the small dwarf just sat there with his eyes closed. Deep wrinkles made a frown on his forehead, as if he was deeply thinking about something.

Without opening his eyes, he reached out to the table next to him. He picked up an old looking pipe; it was carved out of a single piece of wood and covered with simple stones.

As he lids it, dark smog rose up.
It was a perfect picture.

Suddenly, outside he heard excited young voices screaming.
“Fight, there’s a fight! Come on! Someone knocked down the barkeep at The Green Griffon!”
The voices died out again.
He recognised the voices. It were some farmers boys. Nothing much happends for them, so this was exciting.

Damn, can’t these low-life pit dwellers go and do something useful for a change?
Slowly, he rose up from his chair.
“Might as well go for a walk and see who’s responsible for all of this”

Slowly, the dwarf walked across the room towards his cape. In one fast move, the cape dangled on his back.
He picked up his staff and walked out the front door, out into the darkness of the night.

Then he started walking towards the Green Griffon Inn. It wasn't far, but he didn't feel like walking fast.

So he took his time.