"Sooo, how do you like the surface?", Bruenor questioned, "this is new for both of us."
"Yes....,"murmered Ranoth, who was amazed at what existed above his world. He was amazed that such beauty could exist. He had grown up in a world where sacrifices were made for gods of evil. Ranoth saw past that now, he saw what could be loved, wanted to be loved. He saw a world that is the exact opposite of his upbringing.

Bruenor stood at the entrace of the cave too. He stared, opened mouthed at what he had heard so much about from the other slaves. He realized this was not quite where he belonged but this was what he had dreamed of. Ever since he had enough mind to realize the conditions he lived in he dreamed for a better place, and this place was it.

The tunel they had emerged from placed them not very far from the Deep cities. This is where Bruenor and Ranoth were headed. As they approched the gates of the Deep cities a guard yelled down from the top,"Who 're yes' and wuts yer buisness!"
"I am Bruenor from the Battlehammer clan. King Bruenor is my namesake and I stand here to gain entrance to your city!"
"With a DROW!?"the guard asked, staring aghast at the one race his people hated.
"This drow is a friend, he saved my life."Bruenor countered, "let us in and I shall tell ye the storyof meh life!"

"alright, ye can come,"the guard said, then yelled,"open the gates we got friends!!"
The gates creaked open and Ranoth and Bruenor walked into a world the only heard about.

[Ranoth reply]

After entering the Deep Cities Ranoth realized that not all people were held equal. He was always being looked at strangely, as if he was some sort of monster. Suddenly a gruff voiced piped in, “What’id ye expect, ye’re a bloody drow elf! The people here’ve never seen one’o ye’re kind.”

“Good point,” Ranoth agreed. “Anyway, why did we come here in the first place?”

“Dunno, it was the first town we comes upon, so we comes in, as simple as that,” Bruenor told him.
Ranoth grumbled under his breath at the statement that Bruenor had said.

“Well I don’t feel I should be here,” Ranoth told Bruenor.

“Ye insultin’ me kind?” Bruenor yelled more then asked.

“No, I’m just telling you what you can’t see behind that mess of hair you have!” Ranoth countered.

“Oh, now ye’ve done it!” Bruenor yelled as he started to charge. Ranoth side-stepped, just missing the charge.
“What are you doing you grumpy, drunk dwarf?” Ranoth yelled at Bruenor, narrowly missing a bottle that Bruenor had picked up on the street. A second charge sent Ranoth to the ground, and before he knew it, had a sword tip at his throat.

“Damn it,” Ranoth grumbled under his breath when he realized it was the city guard. Ranoth went quietly, but with Bruenor, it was a different story. It took four guardsmen to apprehend the flailing dwarf, still in rage after the remark Ranoth had made. Finally Bruenor stopped after being threatened to be drawn and quartered. They were thrown in opposite cells and waited…
******

After a short while, Bruenor calmed down and began talking again, “What the hell did ye expect me to do?! I have me kind insulted, then I get thrown in this bloody jail!”

“Just remember that there’s more in the world then just you,” Ranoth teased, “Besides, I can get us out of here in a less than an hour.”

“Then what the bloody well are ye waitin’ for? Bust us out,” Bruenor shouted at him.

“Fine, if you shut your blabbering hole that you call a mouth,” Ranoth continued to taunt.

Bruenor muttered something under his breath, containing many curses. Ranoth stood up in the cell and scanned the floor for a proper pick. He decided that what looked like a shattered leg bone would do nicely. He slowly walked to the lock on the other side of the bars, and after much clicking, the door popped open. Ranoth moved warily over to a hook on the opposite wall of his cell and grabbed the keys to the cells. He walked to Bruenor’s cell and pondered whether to open it or not. After a long ‘statement’ from Bruenor he decided to open the cell (for unknown reasons). Saying nothing the two slipped out of the door of the prison, and being night; got past the guards patrolling the entrance. Most stalls were closed, but Ranoth took what he could anyway. When they got to the entrance, there was a lot of grumbling from Bruenor, and vows to never go into the city again by Ranoth, they then slipped out the entrance of the Deep Cities, not knowing what they would find next…

[this is the end of ‘Warm Welcome’]