[color=007236][center][h1]Culmith Woodhaven[/h1][/center][/color]
	Culmith looked next to him, and was surprised to see a dwarf sitting next to him. When the dwarf asked him about his wound, he grimaced. "[color=007236]The only dog around here is the one that just cut me up and got away.[/color]" He looked at the dwarf. "[color=007236]Some slaver was carrying a woman along. I tried my best to stop him, but...[/color]" He shook his head, and gestured to his wounded shoulder. "[color=007236]This is where it got me.[/color]" He quickly shook off the frustration and anger. "[color=007236]All tragedies aside, my name's Culmith Woodhaven. I came here to do a bit of celebrating, but instead I got a little caught up. Good news for me, I don't plan to be giving up my good day yet. Of course, those quacks who worship the gods are getting close to making me[/color][color=007236].[/color]" It wasn't wise to offend this dwarf if he believed that the gods were doing what was right, but he didn't care anymore. The slaver, the pain in his shoulder, and the fact he hadn't gotten a drink yet wore away at him. "[color=007236]If there is such thing as helpful gods, then why do they let innocent people get punished for one man's crime? That's my question.[/color]"