The Gatekeeper watched the Dwarf not far away with a hint of boredom.
The latter was dressed in an emerald-yellow tunic, cradling his lute, occasionally plucking its strings. Bright copper rings gathered on his long beard, reflecting the firelight, as he sang a couple of lines of poetry and took a sip of barley wine, leaving a light-colored froth on his golden beard.
Several Little Fairies sat on the Silver Queen's leafy tendrils, dangling their white little feet, curiously listening to the Old Dwarf narrate ancient tales. These little creatures were uninvited guests of the inn, brimming with curiosity and fond of bustling scenes, not scared of people at all.
"Oh, Hero with the treasured sword, standing amidst the soaring flames."
"In those soaring flames, sliced off a corner of the Evil Dragon."
"The Giant Dragon wailed, the sword's cold light—"
"That sword is named—"
