Feast Dwarfs

He drew his 'Sunrise Ray' – and perfectly sharpened and polished sword blade glittered brilliantly in the dusk. Paladin Light adjusted snow-white coat, gold-plated helmet visor down and walked resolutely to the gates of the monastery apologists of Darkness, looking suspiciously at a banner hanging over them with the words 'Kingdom of the Good' – Welcome, dear guest bright! God be with us Welcome! – With a smile greeted Paladin porter-goblin, smoothly combed and dressed in a smart turquoise suit with buttons of blue gems. A goblin mask to hide face bunny. – A scimitar hiding behind? – Sarcastically asked the Paladin. – Suspicious what. And all in white – hurt the goblin growled, turning his back and showing the absence of weapons – a species? So hide your myasorez and goes to the castle. Dr. Neal Barnard is open to suggestions. Merry.

Paladin suspiciously rolled his head from side to side, not notice anything that looks like an ambush, and moved into a brightly lit and decorated with colorful garlands and colored lanterns and colorful flower beds yard. He had only to appear there, like a flock of fun gomonyaschih dwarfs in red camisoles and purple caps, surrounded him and began vying to treat all sorts of sweets. – Caramel, or citron? – Twittering dwarfs – select, bright guest! Caramel or citron? – Feast or trick? – Asked suspiciously Paladin – Want to poison? – Yes, here's another! – Swelled dwarfs and several dwarf even shed tears of resentment, spreading over his face blush and mascara – What do you dirty guest, though bright! Come and sit without sweets! And the crowd moved toward the newcomer dwarfs followed by Paladin troll.