A dwarven village

"So, how far is the village? We've been on the road for maybe an hour now, it slowly is getting darker."

"We should be very close, ten minutes more." He said while looking at the road. "I recognize this forest and the roads made by walking people. The grass is down and not standing, which means we are close. I also guess that you have nowhere to stay, right? It's the night and riding in a carriage would be a little risky."

"Are you implying anything?" I asked him coldly but then the thought of him being an old man came back to me. I forgot about that completely, the hospitality some older people can give is something beyond what a youngster like me can understand.