Walking quickly through the rainy night past a small house, Narvi, a dwarf from the Lonely Mountain, paused to listen.
Hearing the sound of someone approaching, Narvi continued cautiously looking from side to side for somewhere to hide. Seeing none, he drew his sword for he had a feeling that he was being watched.
Suddenly he was tackled from behind. His sword flew from his hand and Narvi fell flat on his face with his assailant on top. “Who are you?” demanded a voice.
“I would like to know the same about you,” Narvi replied angry at the way he was being treated.
“I cannot give any information about us until I know whether you are friend or enemy.”
“I don’t know if I’m friend or foe for I don’t know who you are.”
“Very well, since you won’t tell us who you are we must treat you like an enemy.” When these words were said, someone slipped a sack over Narvi’s head. He was then helped to his feet and his hands were fastened in iron chains. The small party set out with Narvi following slowly behind.