The east seems to be hotter than other continents.
On a slightly sultry afternoon, the dwarf Thurin is sitting at a table in the middle.
He was drinking a cool wheat beer and listening to a wizard from the west talking about strange things.
"Damn it, let this day end quickly," Thurin mutters, "I'm almost annoyed to death by this wizard. Is meeting a Dark Elf something to be proud of? Do we have to hear it over and over again?"
"I feel the same as you," sighs a human warrior, "I really hope there is two more travelers show up, so we can set off immediately."
"...Ahem, it's looks like no one's coming today," Thurin emptied the beer in his mug, while the wizard continued to ramble on, completely ignoring the audience's mood.
"Do you find the innkeeper here a little bit strange?" the human warrior suddenly approached the dwarf Thurin.
