The first part can be found here
Part II: The Town and the Dwarf
The town was packed with diversity. Drunken Dwarves, arrogant Humans, greedy Goblins but Estar seemed to be the only Elf. This did not surprise him. After all, Elves liked to stay in their own clans. It was only two days since the raid on his clan, and it's downfall. Estar was fuming, but it did not show. Elves had that sense of control, though in truth, they could be just as confused as others.
He decided that the town would be a decent place to settle for the time being. It had a good amount of resources, and many places to train. He had time to think, and time to plan. It was all very slow progress, as in truth, he knew nothing about what had happened to his clan. He did not know what had killed the High Elves, he did not know why. Those were the key factors in planning ahead. He didn't have that.
Days passed, and nothing interesting happened. Estar had gotten a job as a huntsman, with a simple payment system. The bigger the animal, the higher the pay. It was a fair deal to Estar as he was good at Hunting, and could earn a nice amount. He thought it might help him, whenever he got a lead and started on his Quest. As things turned out, it did.
Lihi, a Dwarf, was slumbering around the town, drunk. He would swing his axe dangerously at random times, almost killing people passing by. One of those people was Estar Firedom. When an Elf is crossed by a Dwarf, it is not simply let go.
"Watch yourself, foolish Dwarf!" Estar said, angrily, glaring downwards at the Dwarf.
"Ooh, an Elf! Haven' seen your folk aroun' here in a while! Yer all still as grumpy as ever! Leave m' be, bleedin' Elf!" Lihi growled. Estar was furious.
"Don't walk away, drunken slob! Prove your worth!" Estar challenged him. It was not a rational thing to do, and it was also not a good usage of time, and Estar knew it.
"Yer challengin' me? Ya' stupid Elf! I'll kill ya with me Axe!" Lihi stormed, and to prove his point, he threw his axe across the plains onto an abandoned target. It hit perfectly in the center. Impressed, Estar knocked an arrow onto his bow, releasing, duplicating what Lihi had achieved.
"What is your name, Dwarf?" Estar asked, now more interested.
"Lihi," the Dwarf responded hesitantly.
"I am Estar. I shall keep in touch. Your services may be needed," he said, walking onwards.
"Whas' in it fer' me?" Lihi shouted. Estar tossed a couple of gold coins in the air, smoothly letting it drop back into his pouch. He could feel the eager stare of the Dwarf on his back.