A few angry whispers accompany Chris as he shoulders his way through the crowd to the front, the storyteller only grinning at the newcomer then continuing his story, on closer inspection Chris could see this dwarf was indeed a burly dwarf with a beard that was as long and wide as his own length, the beard was black with strands of gray, showing the storytellers age, it covered the storytellers bottom half of his face and his white short sleeved shirt covered in sweat, the dwarf wore black pants spotted with brown and a huge buckle held up the dwarfs black brown spotted pants, "The devil roared, 'Let thy beast go or you shall face the wraith of my deathly subordinate!' the young man, being strong and cautious of heart, didn't trust the devil and kicked the beast, thinking he had the demon hound, the blue snarling hound buckled at the kick and the young man flew off" the dwarf pretended to be kicked off whatever he was holding and pushed back, hitting the wooden hand holder end of the bench, "He crashed into a large tree, half his sense flying out of him as he realized the large beast was hovering over him, the man cried his last cry before the beast swallowed the man alive, forcing upon him the horror of digestion!" The dwarf pretended to be curled up inside a cramped space, probably a stomach, and pretended to flinch in pain as he pretended to be pushed in from all sides, balling himself up, then the dwarf stood, "And that is why men do not hunt demons".