~~~~~~~~~~~ STEWPOT IN DISTRESS ~~~~~~~~~~~

THE STOLEN STEWPOT by KvarUlf KvarUlf stormed into the room. He looked wildly about, a ladle clenched in one hand like a weapon....actually, in his hands, it WAS a weapon.. "Aright! Who nicked me stewpot?!?! C'mon, kin, sumone done stole me stewpot!!!" Kvar then proceded to rampage outside, looking for the thief who took the Clan's prize stewpot. How could he serve his famous beef stew without the pot?? Of course, with a lack of beef, it was hard to make, but Kvar thought those were just details, after all. The pot was the main thing. Kvar continued down the street, drawing long looks from other passerby, as they had never seen a be-aproned dwarf, covered in flour and other things, wielding a ladle above his head. Kvar continued on his...."holy" quest to find his stewpot. Kvar marched solidly down the mainstreet, ladle waving back and forth like an adder. The shame, the ignominy! It was enough to make a Dwarf tear out his beard! How could someone have gotten inside and nicked the stewpot? 'Twas impossible! He would have to see who had been on guard duty, if anyone at all. He would also be checking their locks... He continued on, occasionally stopping and sniffing the air. For a human, or an elf, or, nay, even a gnome of halfling, the task of sniffing out that pot would have been impossible with all the myriad smells of the city: horses, their waste, a plethora of intelligent beings...and their waste...spell components, smells from the various guildhalls, smells wafting in from outside the city. But KvarUlf was a Dwarf. And no one had a keener or more reliable sense of smell than a Dwarf when it came to A) food, or B) finding a lost item that dealt with food. And this pot was both. So, much to the amusement of common passerby, Kvar would stalk forward around twenty paces...then make a sharp 90 degree turn and head straight again, regardless of who was in the way....then make another turn, go through a building, startle the people inside, ignoring their cries of protest, then storming out the building's back door. And so this continued for over three hours. Kvar would mutter to himself occasionally: "As soon as I find out who nicked me stewpot, I'm gonna....I'm gonna....MAKE STEW OUT OF 'EM!!" This would usually convince folk to get out of the irate Dwarf's way. It was dusk when Kvar was last seen by the Night Watch, still moving about the city, tracking by scent, ladle in hand, apron wrapped about him like armor. One of the Watchmen said to the other: "Ever seen anything funnier than a Dwarf pretending to be a bloodhound?" His companion chuckled then answered: "Nope, but have you ever seen anything more dangerous than a hungry Dwarf?" The first guardsman shook his head, and the two went back to their duties, occasionally encountering the hell-bent Dwarf Kvar.