L'Arc approached the bar, slowly, taking in the sights and sounds of the strange place. He heard what seemed like a cheerful voice coming from the short man at the bar. [i]By the council, is that a dwarf?[/i] he thought to himself. L'Arc took a seat by the dwarf. The strangeness of this place was just the beginning, he felt, and he turned to the Dwarf. He started speaking in Dragon and then he stopped. Maybe the dwarf couldn't understand Dragon, so he began in a more common tongue, "What is this place? And did he say free?"