As he was finishing up his food, Mcskinner noticed a young lad clearing tables.
“Laddie, do yeh know a fellow named Bordak?” Mcskinner questioned the boy.
“Yes master dwarf, I do.”
“Could yeh go and fetch him for meh, tell him there is a dwarf to see him, and tell him to meet me ‘ere.” Mcskinner told the boy as he tossed him a large silver coin.
After a short while the boy returned with the paladin in toe. The paladin seemed very excited, too excited, so excited one might say he was a bit insane in the head.
“AH! You came! Come to tell me about the statue? Tell me of how it walks and talks and moves about under the half moon every 1000 years? Is it true? Did you come to tell me? Well? ANSWER ME!” Bordak shouted as he tried to catch his breath.
“Sit down, and shut that hole in yer head!” Mcskinner said with a stern voice.
Bordak sat down anxiously, folding his hands on the table in front of him and staring intently at Mcskinner.
“First thing is first, yeh be the one buyin..”Mcskinner said as he raised his glass so the bartender could give him a refill.
Bordak looked as if he was going to say something, but after seeing the look Mcskinner gave him he just nodded his head in agreement and waited for the dwarf to speak.
“Teh answer yer question you must first know the story behind that statue. It is a statue of Modimus Anvilmar, the high king of all dwarves. When he ruled the three clans were united. No wars, no fighting each other, just peace and prosperiteh. When he died it sparked the War of the Three Hammers. Probably because throne passed on to the Bronzebeards, which made sense of course, Anvilmar was closet to them by blood and history.” Mcskinner went on telling his story as he could see he had Bordak’s full attention.
Mcskinner paused for a moment, just long enough to finish off his mug. He made a gesture to Bordak implying that it was empty and it needed refilling.