One return ticket, please
Grom does his best to lead you back but it's soon clear that he's lost but too embarrassed to ask for directions. You're about to suggest to him that maybe he isn't cut out to be a tour guide when he cocks an ear and darts towards a curtain. The family inside barely look up as you follow Grom through their home, up a ladder, and out onto a roof. The house is inside a barn-like building but it's what's below that has Grom smiling. He spreads his hands and nods for you to take a look.
Tables heave with platters of food and dwarves sit at benches swigging ale from deep mugs. A band plays in a corner while couples dance a jig. A few point up to where you and Grom are standing and wave for you to come down and join the celebrations but before you do Grom hands you a square of parchment.
"So you can tell people you made it to the heart of the Slab." Grom hands over a drawing of the door and as you look at the scenes you remember the song and the warmth that had filled your body when you stood before it. Grom takes it from you and flips it over so that you can see the symbol on the back. A pack horse stands proudly with two barrels strapped to its sides and underneath is written 'Stonehead Brewery'. "Any dwarf tries to start trouble with you, show them that. Stonehead means something in this town."
You thank Grom, touched by his friendship and for a moment it looks like he wants to say something more but then his nostrils flare and a grin crosses his bearded face.
"I smell sausages," Grom says before racing for the ladder. "Come on, before they all get eaten!"
You join Grom at the feast and soon learn that dwarves enjoy nothing more than making sure everyone has plenty to eat and drink.
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