Emilie walks into camp, to meet with the Dwarves after his victory over the Dark Ones. Right in the middle of camp stands a decent host of really, really angry looking Dwarves. Emilie takes off his helmet, the Gromil Great Helm and looks over the Dwarves. The youngest of the host (the one with the smallest beard) steps foward, holding a piece of paper.
"Since my elders will not lower themselves to speak your foul language, I shall translate the message from our king." the young Dwarf annouces in his best Bretonnian. He holds the paper forward and starts to read from it. "Dear Knight... You have.."
Suddenly an enragaed, white bearded elder pushes the young one aside and starts screaming at Emilie in Dwarven.
"Your women are the filthiest of whores! You are a vile, honorless dog! I will personally kill you, you father, your mother, all your relatives, and every member of your piss-drinking clan if you do not return what your people have stolen from us!!"
The young dwarf gets up, sighs and continues reading "It appears you might have an item which belongs to our people..."
Emilie interrupts... "You mean this helmet? You're right, it doesn't belong to me." Emilie tosses the helmet to the young Dwarf. "Take it back, put it to better use." The jaw of the young Dwarf drops to the ground. The elder just keeps on ranting.
"I will not rest until you return the Gromil Great Helm to our people! You grandmother, your grandfather, your uncle, all dogs!"
"My Lord... we have the helmet"
Wack! Elder Dwarf knocks the young one away... the young one drops the great helm and it rolls on the ground.
"All of you will die like puny goblins! LIKE GOBLINS!!!"
"Look Down Master Dwarf." Emilie says... as the Gromil Great Helm touches the toe of the White Bearded Elder... The elder looks down and sees the out cold young Dwarf and Gromil Great Helm at his feet. The elder, in true Dwaven fashion totally ignores the young one and grabs the helmet and lovingly caresses it, going over it's runes.
Emilie helps the young Dwarf up while the rest of the host hovers over the helmet. "I assume this is what you came for."
"It is human... it is..." The dwarf rubs his head.
"I hope this may patch some things up between our people..."
"It may... You know you have a Red Dragon vomiting up Elf parts in the back of your camp?"
"What about it?"
"Right... we should get going."
UPDATE: Emilie loses the Gromil Great Helm to be replaced by another magic item (one earned in game) and something else.
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