Icewind's Moradin Hammer, as usual, climbed up before the sun rose and opened the door to the tavern. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Moradin is a dwarf from Eagle's Nest Mountain, and also has a job that is quite attractive to dwarves. His tavern was built on the main road from East Lordaeron to Talen Mir, and there was no shortage of customers and business was good.

However, there have been some exceptions in recent times, when it is said that a large number of terrible necromantic creatures have appeared on the northern side of Andorhar, causing riots. As a result, fewer people take this route to Talenmere, preferring to take a detour to Lake Lordamir and then over Mount Alterac again......

Naturally, Moradin's business is not doing well, and there have been not many customers for several days in a row!

Standing bored at the door of the tavern, pondering when the riots in the north would subside, Moradin suddenly noticed a figure walking in the distance.

It was a young human, carrying a package, and he looked like a dusty man.

"Sir!" Moradin hurriedly waved his hand and shouted: "Are you tired from the journey, do you want to come to the tavern for a drink, rest for a while and then set off!" ”

The young human was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and followed Moradin into his tavern.

"Could I please give me your name?" Back at the counter, Moradin took out an account book and asked solemnly.

"Name?" The human sitting at the table was stunned for a moment, and a glass of wine in the tavern had to be real-named?

"Yes, I'm sorry sir, this is the notice I received the day before yesterday that in order to hunt down an important Lordaeron fugitive, all nearby passers-by need to register!" Moradin explained

"Lannister, Jaime Lannister!" The human replied simply.

"Very well, Mr. Lannister!" The dwarf hastily wrote a few strokes in the ledger, and then asked a few more questions, which the Lannister answered one by one.

After asking the question, Moradin threw the ledger away: "Damn, this is finally done!" “

Then he turned back to the humans, "Mr. Lannister, do you need something?" We've got Southsea spirits, pot mead, Bordeaux and Ironforge beer......"

"Have a pot of honey!" Lannister replied!

"Okay!" Moradin hurriedly returned to the counter and began to mix the wine.

"What fugitive escaped, so strict?" During the wine pairing, Lannister, who was waiting, asked with some curiosity.

The dwarves' personalities have always been fond of the mountains, and Moradin is the best among them, and when he heard the human question like this, he quickly replied: "I don't know the specifics, but it is said that it is to arrest a madman of the cursed sect, and it is very strict!" “

"It's just a matter of registering the information, and it's okay!" Lannister said with a smile.

"How can you just register!" Moradin hurriedly denied: "Every morning in the past few days, patrols will go to various taverns and inns to check the registered account books and ask if there are any suspicious people!" “

The dwarf looked up at the bell: "It's past eight o'clock now, and it is estimated that in a while, it will be time for us!" “

"There will be patrols?" The expression on Lannister's face seemed to become a little solemn.

"yes!" The dwarf didn't notice the discoloration on the human face, and brought the prepared pot of honey wine, and said at the same time: "We are okay here, we went to Tarunmere yesterday, and we went through three inspections just by entering the city, and the people in charge of the inspection are not only ordinary guards, but also the paladin of the silver hand and the mage of Dalaran?" “

Lannister picked up his glass, covered his face, and began to drink, ignoring Moradin.

Seeing that the other party had no desire to chat, Moradin had to go back to the counter.

After a few minutes, Lannister stood up from the table and asked with some urgency, "How much?" “

"Five silver coins!"

As soon as Moradin spoke, Lannister tossed the silver coins he had prepared on the table and walked out of the tavern.

"Sir, don't you need to eat something early in the morning?" Moradin chased after him outside the tavern and shouted, "I've got some of the best Alterac bear minced meat, it's affordable, and it tastes so good that you can't eat it anywhere else!" “

However, the young human was no longer visible.

Moradin returned to the table and found that the cup of honey had only been half-drunk.

"What a waste!" The dwarf shook his head in disgust: "It's the same as fleeing, so anxious!" “

"Wait!" Moradin suddenly slapped his head.

"Something seems wrong!"

……

Moradin the Dwarf stood in front of his tavern with a wary face, waiting for the patrol to arrive, and he needed to tell the patrol about the suspicious traveler named "Jaime Lannister".

At this moment, he suddenly saw a High Elf coming from the south.

As a staunch supporter of dwarfism, Moradin wasn't going to give this passing elf a good look, but he didn't expect him to come over directly.

"May I go in?" The High Elf lowered his head and asked softly.

Rather, he is a polite fellow, unlike his compatriots, who always hold their heads high and their voices high.

Moradin's impression of him improved a lot through one of the elves' movements.

"Please come in!" He turned sideways.

"Name, registration is required now!" Moradin, who ran to the counter, picked up the ledger again.

"Lotherma, Lotherma-Theron, from Quel'Thalas!" The elf asked dryly, without asking why he wanted to register.

"Good!" Moradin wrote down the name in the ledger and began to ask a few other questions, which the elf answered.

"Need something?" Closing the ledger, Moradin asked.

"An Altranac bear minced meat, and a pot of honey!" Lotherma said very dryly, she seems to know a lot about the recipes in the tavern!

"You've been here with me?" Moradin gave the elf a surprised look.

"No, no, no!" Lotherma shook her head: "But a friend of mine recommended it to me, and he said that your Alterac bear minced meat is affordable, and it tastes so good that you can't eat it anywhere else!" ”

"Oh!" Moradin suddenly smiled from ear to ear, he didn't expect that his small tavern was still famous in the eyes of those mean elves.

He hurriedly said enthusiastically: "Don't worry, I'll go and prepare for you now!" ”

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves was heard outside the door.

Looking at Lotherma's somewhat surprised eyes, Moradin hurriedly explained to him, "Don't worry, it's a patrol coming!" ”