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The dwarves tell their story.

Fjalar: Well, you see old boy, one day we got a visit from Gilling, an

incredibly old giant...

Galar: Totally doddering, dude!

The tale of the dwarves cuts to a flashback. Gilling and his wife arrive

at the house of the dwarves in an old cart, pulled by a longlegged,

scrawnylooking, enormous wolf in bridle and reins. The wife is in the

drivers seat, Gilling is standing on the platform. We don't necessarily

see a lot of the home of the dwarves in this scene, but they live in a

wooden house built on poles in a bay. Dark, dead trees rise through the

water, the only movement in the sea are weak swells, a lot of dark birds

skulk in the trees. It's always misty or foggy here, and it's always low

tide so a lot of seaweed and debris can be seen on the bottom of the

trees and the poles. The house is a ramshackle complex of sheds, all

built on poles, and all adding to the overall feeling of bigcity

"waterfront" and harbourpier.

Gilling gets off the cart and hands the dwarves a runestick and a filled

leatherpurse.

Dwarf textbox: He'd become so weak of sight that he had to have his

giantbitch to drive him around.

Gilling: My master has asked me to bring you this and do whatever you

tell me to!"

D.T.B: The purse was full of gold and the runestick gave an

explanation...

With a greedy look Galar inspects the the gold in the purse, while

Fjalar reads the runestick with an air of scepticism.

Galar: Dude!!

Fjalar: Uhmm...do you know exactly what is written on this runestick?

Gilling: It's a message from the master, but I can't read runes.

D.T.B: The message on the runestick was: "The gold is yours if you kill

the messenger".

The dwarves take Gilling out into the bay in a rowboat. Gilling sits

grinning with a fishingrod in his hands.

D.T.B: We wouldn't dream of killing a nice, old giant, so instead we

went fishing with him.

Gilling: I haven't been fishing since I was a boy. Gee, what a surprise

Master had in store for me!

Fjalar: (mumbling) And then some...