Four Dwarfs were in a wagon headed to Torrin farm.  Every full moon the dwarfs made their trip to Torrin farm, to collect wheat and barley, they used to make their famous beer stout.  This was a special ale, it was Dwarven made.  Warriors would pay lots of gold for the bitter strong ale it was said no warrior could be conquered after drinking this and it was sought after.

    One of the Dwarfs sat with a huge two handed battle axe between his legs, from hilt to top it was as tall as the Dwarf.  The driver had his axe next to his leg, it was shorter, maybe a one handed weapon with a double moon blade at the top.  He had a round wooden shield strapped to his back.  The two Dwarfs riding in back of the wagon were leaning on one another sawing logs were armed similar to the driving the wagon.  The wagon was a covered wagon with wheels  of the wagon were huge solid wood, most wagons had wood poles through out the wheel from base to the outer wheel. It looked odd compared to most known in the area.  The wheels were larger than the wagon. 

     As the ponies pulled the wagon down the dirt path they saw two horses running toward the wagon.  They could not tell if the horses had riders.  They worked underground and the lite, hurt their eyes.  During this whole journey they squinted.  The back of the cover wagon was kept as dark as possible for some comfort and a rest from the light.  As the horses neared the wagon, the youngest Dwarf who was riding beside the older one dropped his axe, clank; and lept, for the horses had no riders, and he wanted to catch them.