"I see that dwarves aren't looking forward to talking with us are they?"
"What do you expect? You are complete foreigners to them, even though you seem like a wealthy man, they won't care, they would kill you whenever they want. Especially those guards, they are a big pain in the a*s. They accepted us already but since you came this might've changed as well. Ugh… Those guards are going to be so annoying later." He said while walking forward, we followed. He was going to the stable where the horses are probably located.
"What's the name of your grandson?" The question quietly left my mouth while looking in front of me. I wanted to see that nothing was happening but that was far from the truth. A small man with a brown beard was standing in front of the stable, his wrinkles were almost on the whole face. His eyes seemed furious.