RPG on the Portal.

and just then, a dwarven patrol approached. Knight and I pretended to be on duty. I assessed their squad: five of them – four ordinary patrol dwarves, and a commander – short but stocky, with a gray beard. If it were just the two of us against him, even his natural dwarven resistance to magic wouldn't save him...
I saluted the commander in dwarven fashion, and Knight followed suit. Then the commander addressed me:
“Guard!” the dwarf grumbled.
“Yes, comrade commander,” I replied with my usual accent.
“Did three… uh… very pale human girls, a burly barbarian, and most importantly, an OLD MAN dressed in gray, carrying a staff, pass by here?”
“Yes, comrade commander, I saw them run past in a hurry. My friend and I hid so they wouldn't notice us.”
“Well, where did they run to?!” the dwarf exclaimed, clearly feeling the thrill of the hunt.
“They ran… THAT way,” and I pointed towards the largest building, presumably the town hall.
“Oh, damn, those must be the assassins that everyone has been talking about for a long time…” Suddenly, the dwarf paused, whispered something to his subordinates, and then gave me 15 coins, saying, “Well done, soldier, here’s a reward from me, you’ll get the rest later!” The patrol ran towards the town hall, shouting, “Alarm! Alarm!”