"Wake up Çokaeslome, we have to keep moving"
You open your eyes. Before you, three Wood Elves carry many objects that could be used to trade, although most of the weight is carried by a poor donkey. Behind you, one of those cannibalistic tree-humper pokes you with his(?) spear to make you advance. Your head hurts and your right arm is bandaged. You don't remember anything, but you are sure that this Elves are not here to help you.
But first, you must remember.
>What is your name, Dwarf?
Clark Kent
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Whitestone "Chalky" Treefeller
Dick "Small" Pocks
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Dwarf
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Lifelaonino, and we shall endure this just like we endure our husband