I’m not sure if it’s their short lifespans, their proclivity to reproduce like rodentia, or the shameful lack of virility associated with poor hair growth, but humans are, by far, the worst.
A dwarfy and sensible mind would simply display gratitude for being allowed to continue to exist, time and time again. Certainly, one would not expect continuous and impetuous requests to solve their problems, preserve their societies, and keep them safe. And to hold their social status and revel in wasteful, gaudy parties and clothes on top of it all!
Although, I don’t remember too much of the party – I think my drink may not have been up to dwarfy standards. I think there was an issue with some ruffians, not surprising from those human louts.
Whatever it was, we had to chase more humans all though the town, over rooftops and through the slums. Imagine our surprise when the end of our chase led to the same she-snake that plagued us naught but a year ago. You’d think a city of thousands of humans could deal with this one problem. You’d be wrong. She managed to give us the slip as well, but I think she’ll be licking her wounds much longer than we will.
In any case, I didn’t regret watching that cesspool of a city diminish in view as we headed north, back to Sandpoint. We still ended up running more errands for humans who can’t manage things for themselves there as well. Maybe it serves them right for building their town atop of some strange catacombs. In any case, we embark again to trudge through the dank and dark places of the world (a thing best left to good dwarfy hands) to save the humans yet again. They are the worst.