You limped alone, hungry and bleeding down a mossy corridor on the third floor of the dungeon. You came alone, and apparently you will die alone too. Sitting down and sighing heavily, you feel the stab of pain that runs through your right leg, but you try to stay strong; "somebody will come... And then..."

Before you could finish your internal monologue, you and your good nose catch a scent - a good scent. You don't know what it is, but you're hungry, so who cares? You, almost crawling, make your way to what appears to be a large abandoned room, but with a small campsite and a fire inside. A lone figure and a bearded dwarf, whose body is barely visible due to his beard and armor, cooking something. Releasing steam from the large pan he is using, he finally takes note of your presence, and asks, in a calm and somewhat concerned manner:

"You don't look good, young one. Need some help? The rest of my friends will be back soon, so I think I'd better enjoy it while they're gone." He gives you a playful wink, but you got the message - he would have to explain why he was feeding a total stranger to his party.