Dwarves, Elves, Humans and a Half-Elf walk into a town...

[The Tallest Dwarf]

...and snatches of conversation can be heard. They congratulate one another on a terrific victory, proclamations of mutual respect and honor shared amongst them. The phrase "Juneigloriusvoluminous is dead!The Wyrm of Dread lies slain!" and similar declarations can be heard shouted here and there throughout the town as the throng slowly disengages and goes about their separate business.

Several of the Dwarves haul what appears to be and upon closer inspection most definitely is a huge dragon's horn at least ten feet long.One of the Dwarves, dressed in silvered mithril plate over a chain and scale haubrek and with a thick brown beard braided and gathered into a wide silver torque, speaks uncommonly high praise of "Elven folk".

[Fenix]

The half elf, clad in dark greens and silvery scales walks away from the group after they disperse, he holds upon himself a vast number of stuffed bags, each one packed to its seams with the scales and hides of black dragons, as well as several large fangs. The weight of the bags is evident, and number in a great many. A large mithril band is tucked into his equipment pack, as he walks the road north toward the storm horns, pulling on a black hood and cloak.