"Well, young elf, first, you'll still see... And second, don't trust ANYONE from the Gray Alliance..." the dwarf replied.
"Come on, old man, you're talking nonsense. If you hadn't eaten those little blue mushrooms that grew under the rock, you'd be sitting on a pile of treasure right now, drinking the best Sylvan wine. Gray Alliance? What's that?" Knight's head was spinning, and he could no longer make out the face of his companion. He needed to stay conscious until the long-awaited guests arrived.