Pintofale grabbed the tankard and drank ale with pleasure.<br/>"Ahhh so refreshing!Haven't drunk anything alike during this damn sea trip."<br/><br/>The innkeeper got closer to him and said "Thank you my kind sir.But please tell more about yourself, now before the inn gets filled. Dwarves rarely come here.And i heard that there was a civil war.."<br/><br/>The dwarf suddenly became sad.He lowered his voice and replied slowly<br/>"They and their damn politics.Makes me sad thinking that their ruling madness almost destroyed my kinsmen.."<br/><br/>The innkeeper stopped him "Wait, which clan do you belong to?"<br/><br/>"I am an Argylian.."<br/><br/>The innkeeper stood still with eyes wide open.<br/>"Argylian?From the Argyle clan?That name is a legend in craftmanship and even the most remote places know that name!"<br/><br/>"Now it is just reduced to ashes . Few of remain to remind the former glory and greatness of our clan.We tried to protect ourselves.Tried to be neutral. But the rest dwarven clans thought that we were just waiting the right time to attack them all and crash them. We were numerous,rich and had some really decent warriors. So they fell upon us like vultures.We tried to defend ourselves...But they won. And after the civil war ended and then came the war with humans, they all realised their mistake and here you can see the results. We are now just a shadow of our former self" said the dwarf.<br/><br/>And his voice stopped revealing a great sorrow in the last words.