Walking through the forest, to your great surprise you found a pot of gold, and of course you decided to take it with you, why not? If he was just lying there and didn't belong to anyone, why leave such a good thing? Upon arrival home, you put the pot on the kitchen table and went to the bathroom, humming merrily to yourself.

Returning back to the kitchen, you stood in a stupor in the doorway. Was there a Dwarf sitting on the kitchen table, next to a pot of gold? What the hell? Maybe you just imagined it? Unfortunately, no, he was real, and as soon as he smelled you, he stared right at you with a malicious smile, still sitting on the table and swinging his legs.

"Well Well...hello there, little thief.."

He cooed in his eerily high-pitched voice. And it would all look ridiculous, because he's about waist-high and ridiculously dressed, if it weren't for the anxiety he feels from what he called you. The gold was his.. And it's probably going to end badly if you don't try to get out of it.

"Give me back my gold, now."