Siting in a tavern, somewhere in the magic city Auchin'Zel. Zarator spent his last money on a hot spiced beer. "well there goes the rest of my money. Man i should really get going, money don't make them selves, but on the other hand, this place is so nice and cozy, well spending some more time here wouldn't hurt. Hick!" he said, "Hey drink yer beer and get yer sorry ass out of here." said the barkeeper, a sturdy little dwarf."Hey there little man i don't do any harm. Hick!""Don't make me force you read skin.""whoa take it easy, let me just drink my beer and I'll get out of here" Zarator drank the last of his beer and stumbled out in the street, taking some unsteady steps before faling over into a pile of hay, falling into a deep slumber.