Player: I could restore your memory using the memory wand.
Drunken Dwarf: My memory?What'sh wrong with my...what was it you said?
Player: Your memory. The Red Axe tampered with it, but I could restore it using this wand.
Drunken Dwarf: Sounds like fun! Go ahead!
Drunken Dwarf: ...
Drunken Dwarf: My goodness! So that was it! Not kebabs - chaos dwarves!
Drunken Dwarf: The Red Axe were kidnapping dwarves and trying to turn them into chaos dwarves! But their process was faulty, and the test subjects all died. What a horrible sight!
Drunken Dwarf: And their leader, Hreidmar, was carying a staff. A pink...dragon staff. Yes, that was it - a dragon staff, not a pink dragon!
Drunken Dwarf: And there were gnomes! I saw gnomes and dwarves working together! The gnomes were carting off huge heaps of gold and valuable ores. It looks like they were trading their magical expertise for dwarven metals.
Drunken Dwarf: Human, we must do something! The Red Axe experiments I saw all failed, but if they were to succeed, the Red Axe would have an army of chaos dwarves large enough to conquer Keldagrim!
Drunken Dwarf: Come on, human! We must tell Commander Veldaban of the Black Guard!
Player: It's okay. Veldaban and I defeated the Red Axe. You must have been too drunk to notice.
Drunken Dwarf: You did? Then this calls for a celebration! Let me get us something to drink...
Fade to black
Drunken Dwarf: Wa-hey, matey!*hic* A toasht...a toasht to... whatever it was we were talking about.