The desert heat remained oppressive throughout the day, so the young adventurer remained at the base of a tree, near a shady oasis.

The day passed slowly, and dusk arrived. Haishiro would have to hurry, otherwise the city gates of Urbs would close. Her soft shoes sunk as she plodded across the sand.

Suddenly, a high pitched squeal sounded off in the east. Quickly Haishiro unsheathed the sword she was carrying and faced the direction of the noise. There shouldn't be any monsters around Urbs, she thought. The adventurer paused. The travel guide didn't mention anything about nighttime though.

Not knowing exactly what to expect, Haishiro remained in a defensive posture.

Haishiro was smart to have gotten in that position. The sand blew away and appeared...a dwarf.

"Stinking good for nothing hammer." He walked over to the human, "You got any hammers around here?"

He was a short man...of course. There was no beard however as it seemed to have been...burnt off in a rather odd manner. He was clad in thick metal armor despite the hot sun beaming down on the both of them. Haishiro, he found, was quite an odd human. Not a lot of humans traveled outside Urbs, especially someone looking that inexperienced like her. He himself was quite skilled in the sword arts, even though he wanted a hammer. It was business. Dwarfs made weapons and they sold them.

"Nevermind, I will find my own hammer..."

He wanted for any answer.