It was an unwise decision to place two kegs in the kin house. Even more so to inform my fellow dwarfish kinsmen. I had, of course, neglected the warning of my fellow officers - Ulgur the minstrel dwarf of the Blue Mountains - had recently discovered the delights of ale and had developed a love of its taste.
If only I had taken heed of their words.
I was sitting peacefully in the office atop the stairs of our kin house when the tapping began. Little taps at first, like a woodpecker at its tree. I thought nothing of this, and continued my studying of Elvish battles of times long past. I had finished my research on the battle of the Last Alliance, ready to take my rest... when the window by the kinship door smashed in. Immediately I took my shield and sword to arms. Years of fights won have prepared me for this moment. A protector of the weak, I was the Guardian to the kin, and the Enemy had attacked our home.
"FOR STORMBORN!" I yelled, charging into the hallway, sword raised and ready to strike. It was here that I realised the kin drunk, Ulgur, had been on a "boozer" and lost his keys to the house, using his axe instead. Of course, his quest was to continue using our Sinister Keg.
I lowered my sword, and sighed deeply. "Dwarfs..."
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