"Adventurers wanted! The Crown in need of heroes! Calling all brave souls to the City of Light! Big rewards!” Those words were read loudly and echoed faintly through a silent pine wood.
A sudden ray of sun light was shining the scenary where those words came from and also were a sign for a soon coming night as the ray were carrying an orange golden shine with them.
The ray enlightened a clearing in the woods and painted the normal dark green ground in a fire like red, here and there black poodles absorbed nearly every ray. Thoose poodles had their origins from dead humans, atleast 5 laying all over the clearing, some their weapons still unsheated.
On one of the bodies sat a short figure, resting his right arm on a short axe sticking in the dead human's back and a leather coat hanged over the shaft of the axe.
The short figure held a poster in his left, it just fumbled it put of the dead's pocket below him and now folded it and put it into his own.
" Oi I bet ya wanted t'head there" said the figure, it's deep and grumpy voice muffeld from a golden beard and a thick cigar in his mouth.
"Phhh'akkk yhh'ou, dwwwam dwarphhh" Thia time the voice came from another figure, this one was tied to a tree close to the short figure and it's corpse seat.
" So thee big dick is awake?" The dwarf stood up, the rays reflecting from a golden breast plate the small figure would wear. Slowly it walked to the tied up figure which was coverd in it's own blood.
"Ya thought ya sniffed some sweet pussy aight? So ya gathered ya shrimpy balls and went for it" The dwarf reached the tied human and bashed his right hand into his ribs, a loud 'Crack' was prove enough of atleast one broken rib and if one would consider the trunk like, hair covered arms of the dwarf it was no wonder.
"Aye but shit happens, T'his was no pussy mate, this was a cock killing maniac and without balls, a cock is nothing" The dwarf grinned and with a gesture he showed the tied up man all his dead mans. "So never underrestimate a dwarf" And before the man could raise for an answer the dwarf hit him again and again and again, the bizeps thickly swollen so that each impact would end in a most powerfull hit.
After houres and after the sun had set for quiet a time, the dwarf put on his cloack again, he savaged the remaining coins of the corpses and continued his way to the city of light, if there would be more idiots like those ones he had good cards in making some quick money, such an opportunity would be rare, he hoped for glam farming knights and nobles searching for adventures, those would be easy and if not, there are enough nameless nobodies no one would miss.

This was 3 days ago and now the dwarf was sorouned by humans and weird fragile buildings. It was loud, it smelled and too many people gave him a strange look. City of light....as if!!! City of smell, city of crap, city of smooth-skins, city of soon-to-be-dead....that how this place should be called. The dwarf spat out, trying to get rid of the bad taste this city gave him.
With big steps he made his way through the city, his nose leading his way and so getting him to the market district. What he smelled here faintly reminded him of home, goods of everywhere,mostly low Quality, were offered and praised. It was then that the dwarf found himself in a forgery, the home of a smith.

As the dwarf's eyes accustomed to the light inside the forgery, he saw a young female looking human being the smith...
"Oi ya only slacking off? Ya have a customer here" He proclaimed loudly, his eyes not being fixed on her but on the expensive weapon on the desk, it needed to be sharpened a tad better, meaning that this was hood for "human standards" but the rest was of suprisingly good quality.
" I need some sharpening, 10 short crossbow bolts with cut feathers and t'is to sell?" he pounds on the luxuary sword on the counter.
"Money does not matter" he said and placed a more than big pouch of coins on the counter. 
"Would be for ya own sake" he hinted, probably meaning the somewhat run down etablisment of the forgery.