You arrive in a Awesome Meeting Hall. Or a Dining Room, you can't tell. theres eating and drunkness and talking, so its really exactly what you expected to be, just Grand. and covered in recursive engravings. You weren't expecting that.
"Urist! Who Be Ye follower?" a dwarf yelled from the other side of the room. You assumed he was the leader, since he was sitting in the fanciest chair. You think its the fanciest; Tis hard to tell when all the chairs are kinda fancy.
"I dn't know. but he has a underground tower where ye said to put ye office." You feel out of place now that you look around; most of the dwarves are either naked or covered in beard. Fancy Chair has a Steel Breastplate on, but is otherwise naked as well.
"Who Be Ye, who steal my office space-ta-be?" Fancy Chair Dwarf shouts.
"Sauron! I be Sauron, Wizard of Ice and Adamantium!" The whole Grand room becomes dead silent almost instantly. its kinda creepy how fast it happens, actually. Its like the entire world paused as soon as you said Adamantium.
"Ye blasphemous! Nae Human has gotten near ta god's metal before a dwarf! I should behead ye for saying that!"
Fancy Chair rips his battle axe out of the floor next to him. Craaaaaap.
"Prove it, or be axed immeadiately! I care not for Urist's engraving of a cheese that ye be standing on, when ye come in here and spout blasphemy like ye just did!"
Crap! Again! you don't have any on y-
Your sword. Duh. You unsheath it, and the godly metal gleams. Fancy Chair drops his axe.
"where did Ye find that? Tis an Adamantine Sword! Would be better if it were an axe, but the Adamantine! Tis right in front of me eyes! What do Ye want, Wizard of Armok?"
"I'm not of Armok, Dwarf. Well, I don't think I am, I don't remember much. quite possible I could be, I suppose."
"Get on with it, will ye? Ye can blab about ye memory problems later, over some ale. Or maybe wine, if ye weak human-ness can nae stand Dwarven ale. What do ye want? Armor? somethin' built? Them dusty books the last wizard left?"