Wolfram listened to the peasants rambling anf thought for a moment. He wasn't interested in the slightest at being perceived as a hero, even by accident. He decided to simply go off and crush the halflings in the woods. "I'll go crash the party." He grumbled as he lumbered off between the trees.

It wasn't long before he came upon the despicable little runts. Gorging themselves on food and ale, didn't they know their place? Wolfram directed his minions to form a rank before him, as powerful as he was, he was also simply too important to just fight on the front line like a lowly footsoldier.