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(Ok, here's a quick post. We can move on now XD)
Fremnir Ironaxe: Dwarf Residence
Walking on a trail cutting through multiple rows of hop plants, Fremnir approaches the Dwarven House. He knocks on the door and hears shuffling inside. After a few seconds a very young dwarf, slightly smaller than Fremnir opens the door. He seems to have just come of age, and telling by the interior and the fact he had a house, his parents must be very rich.
"Hello, sir!" the dwarf said, "what can I do for you?"
"Yes, I would like to purchase some of your hops, I desperatly need some for my homebrewed ale." Fremnir responds.
"Ok, one second let me go down to the cellar, would you care to come inside?" said the young Dwarf.
"Certainly!" Fremnir says as he walks into the well lit room.
He can see many family crests. Fremnir assumes this young dwarf is very proud of his heritage. He also sees many fine axes, hammers, and sets of armour covered in runes. Wow, Fremnir thinks this man, or his parents for that matter, must be filthy rich!. Right then, the young Dwarf comes up the stairs and hands Fremnir a decent size pouch of hops.
"There you go sir!" the dwarf says as he hands Fremnir the hops. In return Fremnir hands the dwarf a few gold coins, although it looks like he doesn't need them. Fremnir walks out of the house, gets to the road, and motions the others to continue on.
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