The tavern keep grinned as he passed by Hilfars tabel "Still here master Dwarf? Having a holiday in the barren lands?"
Hilfar grumbled "Remove that smug of yer face and leave me be."
The tavern keep looks down on him and frowns at his half consumed dish "How will you pay for this meal? You ran out of silvers yesterday, did you not?"
Hilfar rummaged in his pocket, then in the other. He searched in his vest and eventually turned over his boot. A single silver twisted gently on the table.
The tavern keep took it and flipped the single coin in his hand "This is your last day here dwarf, you are as dry as the river next to this inn..".
Hilfar sighed "Give me work..".
The tavern keep stroked his moustache looking at him with some doubt "Well, well. What service do you have to offer?".
Hilfar leaned back and grumbled "What I can do? Are you daft!? I am a dwarf! I can do anything a man can do, but better!"
The tavern keep smirked "I that so? Alright, fix the roof".
Hilfar stared at the holes in the roof "You got tools, nails, boards?".
The tavern keep shook his head "Nay".
The dwarf furrowed his brow "How am I supposed to fix this Mahal forsaken shack without tools!? With my feet?"
The tavern keep shrugged "You are a dwarf, you can do anything I can do, but better.. ".
Laughing out loud, the tavern keep moved on to his next customer.
