Gerard left the Floradran Station with Alder's reins in his hand. As the sun greeted him, so did two jolly dwarves.
"We got more information from Uncle Gorin!" Bherim shouted.
"Regarding?" Gerard asked, calming Alder down after the ambush from the dwarves.
"The tale of the Hammer of Keldor. It's supposed to be guarded by a legendary beast, and even Reigarn himself once wielded it!"
"Interesting. Do you have more helpful information?"
"We have directions to the general area."
"Good, give them to me."
"Nope."
"What do you mean, nope?" Gerard tilted his head, his eyes wide.
"What my brother means to say is that we won't tell you because we will guide you."
"Are you sure? It's been decades since you were last here. Are you sure you don't want to enjoy it more?"
"If we sit around here while you're getting yourself killed, the ale'll taste bad." Bherim smiled.