The noise was hard to ignore. Uproar, shouting in a tongue he couldn't understand. He despised Dwarves and their drinking habits. While they had come here seeking new riches, they had still kept to their old ways of being loud and disturbing. When would they learn?

The Elf thundered in the mead hall, quite suspicious to see where the audacious sound had come from. A dwarf, of course, acting like a drunkard once again. He sat down not too far from the group and donned his hood, hiding his face. If things got out of hand, he would make sure that there would be no more misfortune for other residents of this quite town. 

Such a beautiful place, such a beautiful landscape, and they still insist on drinking indoors? Such unruly children. They will soon see the truth.