You're not sure how long you've been passed out in the dungeon. When you come to, though, you see a stout and sturdy figure several yards away, stirring at something in a large pan. He turns around as you sit up, and you see that he's a dwarf with an impressive beard.

"Ah! Thought ye'd never get over yer mana sickness. Guess my cooking smells too good to sleep through, eh?"