One evening on a whim, the Dwarf King Ivar disguised himself in traveler’s clothes left his underground palace, and made his way through the city to a popular public house, hoping to pass as an ordinary citizen. He ordered a drink and sat down at a table to eavesdrop on the local gossip. You and he make eye contact from across the table and he smiles wryly, sensing that you recognize him. He murmurs in a low voice, I’m just an ordinary man enjoying a quiet evening out…
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