Many of the citizens of this moot village looked amongst themselves, wondering if this dwarf could actually help. Slowly but surely, they parted.
Behind them, stood a rather average man. He wasn't old, young, or particularly wise-looking. However, his image of self-keep was terrible. The man had tattered or rugged clothes. Under his eyes were impossible amounts of bags. His posture was slouched, as if he had the entire weight of the world on his shoulders.
"You have come..to stop them? Those monsters that lurk within the forest..?" spoke the man. His voice was tired, a testament to his slowly dying will to help. He stared at the dwarf, as if he was the gods themselves.
His eyes welled up in tears, threatening to spill down his soot-riddled face. Yet amongst those hollow pupils, rested a sparkle of hope long forgotten.
"You...are a blessing to our village sir." The man whispered, his voice shaking.
The man pointed towards the dark, murky forest that laid behind the village. "Down there, is where they reside, in that wretched forest, in the heart. They are fat from their wretched hobby of pillaging, I suppose it is quite the moment to quickly annihilate their camp."
The man turned towards his villagers, telling some to prepare supplies.
"The forest is long and dark, such expedition cannot be completed in a day. Supplies are very much needed to reach the heart." The man spoke once more.
In the background, some villagers could be crying about the prospect of finally being freed from the tyranny of the brigands. It was clear they often did not receive help.
"Please sir, this infestation has been rotting away at us for far too long. They steal our food and coins, our children, our future starve. We will give you anything just so our village can become peaceful once more. Please, help us..." The man solemnly spoke, his head bowed down with much of the village following.
