Divine Journey

Heimir was simple. A straightforward and sincere dwarf, easily tricked. However, he was also smart enough to understand that this was a difficult situation, and although he was the injured party, cunning was needed to restore justice. Therefore, he decided to leave all the negotiations to those who were good with words, and he remained silent. Of course, he was worried while his comrades proved their case.
Soon, Heimir and his group found themselves near a tavern.

--I see you're planning to leave? Without me? To be honest, I wouldn't want to part with such a beauty as you: I've never seen a more lovely creature. On the way here, I picked these flowers; maybe they will convince you to postpone your departure?

The dwarf's eyes widened. "What kind of manners do they have here! You wouldn't hear such things even in a tavern back home! But, all in all, this snake is quite the charmer."
Slowly, Heimir drank a healing potion given to him by Kerlian.