Dunem Trickscars, the Human Diplomat arrived back at the court of Prince Byakugan after many years of absence. The Merchant Prince lept to his feet at the sight of his old friend.
"Ahh! Dunem! I had heard you were still alive, but it is much more believable when you stand before me!"
"Thank you, your majesty," said Dunem.
"Well...I know you must be exhausted from your trip...but you must satisfy my curiosity! What are the dwarves like?" asked Byakugan eagerly.
"They are an amazing race, my lord. Perhaps a little strange by our standards...but one must realize what they are up against."
"And what, praytell, is that?"
"Well sire....you will not believe me....but I swear I saw it with my own eyes! A demon of fire came down the hallway at us while the caravan and I clamored to get down the stairwell. That demon came rampaging through the fortress, burning everything and everyone in its path. It killed many of our men. I and a scant few others managed to make our way deep into the dwarven mine. Only dozens of feet of good solid stone could protect a person from those beasts! I saw but one, after the battle, I was told that four others had made their way outside the fortress, and killed several dwarves before themselves being brought down..."
"Incredible..." mumbled the Prince.
"Yes...I know it is hard to believe. Sire...I believe the dwarves of Blockedlance have sumbled upon an old demon prison."
"Demon prison?! Nonsense!" interrupted the Grand Vizier, who had been listening silently with a smirk on his face. "This is starting to sound like some elf legend!"
"Silence!" commanded Pricne Byakugan. "She will be heard!" The prince looked back at Dunem and nodded.
"It was with elven magic that the demons of the great dark age were imprisoned. The last of them was seen a couple centuries ago. When the dwarves settled at Blockedlance nearly four decades ago, they unwittingly mined out one of these prisons and unleashed a horde of wrathful spirits! Though their love for shiny blue metal brought about their plight, it was with their dwarven fortitude that they slaughtered those demons!"
"They slaughter demons?" asked the prince, astonished.
"Yes, sire! I saw their men bring down the fire demon with my own eyes! These dwarves are the thumb in the crack of a demonic levy. If these dwarves should ever fall, it would only be a matter of time before a demonic host marches north to enslave and slaughter us!"
"My dear Dunem, thank you for this news! You have proven what I suspected...we must continue to support these dwarves as best we can. They are our greatest of friends!"
"Friends?" asked the Grand Vizier. "Dwarves are not friends...not when they have the power to unleash demons! I say we conquer Blockedlance ourselves, we should not leave the defense of our homeland to some other race!"
"I'm sorry, my dear adviser. I know you seek the best for our nation, but I believe you are a bit paranoid. Of all the races, humans and dwarves are most alike. I know that you see them as too violent and savage...but there are those who see us Humans as quite savage as well." The Prince eyed the elven diplomat who was attending court. "I say...sometimes you need a savage to do the hard work. Better them than us! Three cheers for the great and noble dwarves of Blockedlance!"
"Huzzah!" shouted the courtiers.