A commoner, human, cautiously walks down the street at nightfall holding a lantern, keeping an eye out for thieves. Suddenly, a voice booms from towards the city gates.
"CANDLE BEARER! Where are your vestments!"
The camera shifts to a glowing light in the distance, moving, growing nearer until it reveals itself to be a shield. The light from the shield partially illuminates the bearer: 4 and a half feet at best, and with a long, scraggly beard ending in a vaguely triangular shape at breast level. Clearly, a dwarf. It presses its face forward a slight bit so that the light from the shield reveals the stern look in its eyes.
The commoner breathes a heavy sigh. Oh, no. Not again.
The verbal onslaught continues. "That light is a blessing to us from ______, who you blaspheme by carrying it so thoughtlessly!"
"So what, are you going to shout something and turn it pink, like the others who have come before you?"
The dwarf takes a step back. "Wha... what?! You have seen Her miracles, and yet you continue to live in heresy?"
The commoner shrugs. "I mean, it's just magic."
"Magic!?" It becomes clear the dwarf didn't expect to hear this, and there is a brief pause as he tries to think of a suitable response. Wanting to get out of this mess as soon as possible, the commoner takes control of the conversation.
"Look. Clearly, you're not from around here. What brings you here?"
The dwarf looks up. "I seek information. Some hooligans have stolen the Holy Scepter of _____." His eyes narrow, looking again at the lantern. "Surely you wouldn't know anything about this, would you?"
"No, not I, but perhaps try asking around the bar?," which the human motions towards. "Now is the right time to hear fresh rumors, or to find fellow companions in case you must journey elsewhere. Frankly, you're lucky to have made it here alone." The dwarf silently accepts this statement, bows a little, and begins walking in that direction without a word of thanks. "Just... try not to start any fights in there? By the way, in case we cross paths again: What should I call you?"
The dwarf turns around, revealing what almost appears to be a smile of sorts.
"My name is Dyre."