The elven traders marched their pack animals towards the dwarven fortress. Thele always looked forward to the journey to this particular fortess, though nobody knew why. The Dwarves' trade depot was in a building constructed entirely of stone blocks. Not a single window anywhere. The dwarves were probably so grumpy all the time because they didn't get enough sun.
The elves reached the depot and began to unpack their trade goods. The dwarves always bought their rope reed cloth. The elves enjoyed selling it to them because it decreased the dwarves' need for disgusting leather.
Thele heard footsteps and looked up. It was the dwarves' trader, Asmel. He looked particularly angry, but the elf thought nothing of it. He heard the footsteps of another dwarf and looked up to see the beautiful Zaneg, carrying a baby.
A baby? Had she betrayed him? He looked at it closer and noticed that it was unlike other dwarven babies. It didn't have the beginnings of a beard, and its ears had a slight pointedness to them. It was a bit thinner, as well. Suddenly he realized what had happened. He broke out in a cold sweat.
"So, Zaneg here had 'er a baby," Asmel said. "Little ugly thing, almost looks a bit elven." Thele winced at the last word. They knew what had happened.
Thele backed up. "Kind dwarf, I can explain," he stuttered. "I-if I had known that... then... I would have... t-taken full responsibility..." He bumped into something cold and unmoving. Thele glanced over his shoulder to see the captain of a squad of dwarves, his hammer drawn. The spikes decorating his armor were particularly menacing. Also on the armor was a picture of a dwarf and an elf. The dwarf was killing the elf.