Ganja stood up and turned his back to his daughter, "I'm ready Master Chiron. I only ask that you grant me two requests. The first is that My daughter continues to serve in my place and the second concerns my wife."
Chiron looked at the old dwarf and frowned, "Go on!" he encouraged.
"It happened many months ago," Ganja turned to his daughter, "It is also the reason why I stopped going to the pub and only stayed at home drinking all day. Although the death of my son touched me dearly. It was nothing like what my ears heard that day..."
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Many Months ago, Ganja visited the pub like usually did. It was also at this time his son had just died. Like any true dwarf, any occasion was an opportunity to drink. If they were happy, they would drink. If they were sad or even getting married, they would drink.
A race of individuals that the solution to every problem was at the bottom of a wine barrel.
This was such a time.
