Bruenor sat up in bed and looked at all the dwarves that had come into his room. One dwarf, apparently the leader, came forward ,”we have heard the tales of you and your elf friend, and we know of your loss.” he stated, “we have sent a runner to the academy of arms to tell Ranoth.”
“thank you,” said Bruenor, “how long have I been out?”
“3 days.” said the dwarf, “our clerics have been working night and day on you.”
“Again, thank you. One thing, do you have a weapon you could give me? I can pay.”
“We have a weapon for you yet we shall require no payment. This is one of our finer great axes.” with saying that the dwarf handed Bruenor a wonderful weapon, finely balanced and extremely sharp, it was one of the best weapons Bruenor had seen.
“Thank you..” he stuttered, not knowing what to say,” I won’t keep you any longer I’m of to the academy.