Chapter 14: Red Hat

The small group huddled around their tiny campfire. Though the rain had stopped the temperature plummeted. Dwarves are a hardy bunch, but the combination of cold damp weather and lack of success prospecting for new ores made these ones as miserable and short tempered as any thin blooded human.

"We're going to be out of wood before the night is out." the one with the longest beard said. "Red Hat, go and fetch some more."

"Oh sure, I would love to haul myself back down the mountain to pick up a few sticks, then climb back up in the dark. I told you to put some in your packs, but no, you're too high and mighty to carry firewood." The red hatted dwarf pulled his hat tighter about his ears and hunched closer to the fire.

"You're a dwarf, you can see in the dark." another dwarf nudged him ungently with her foot. "You're wearing the red hat; you go get firewood."

"You didn't tell me that when you gave me the hat." the hat wearer grumbled. "You just said it would keep me warm."