Owen stood outside the wall of Bodus Minor too exhausted to search for a proper entrance. He looked at the chair sitting next to him and wondered where it came from. It wasn't there a moment ago, but he figured it was a good opportunity to take a little rest before finally entering Bodus Minor. He hadn't seen any dwarves around, so "why not?" he thought.
An idea suddenly struck him. Owen considered that if he sat in the chair and grabbed the seat firmly, he could pull upwards with enough force to lift both him and the chair safely to the top of the wall. He was surprised he never thought of this before, or anybody else, for that matter. With as much strength as he could muster, he began to pull up on his chair. It worked! The chair, shaking and wobbling a little, rose off the snow and began to slowly ascend into the air. Despite this success, something didn't seem right.
Owen woke up, face down in the snow with a large, painful bump on his head.
He immediately understood he had been dreaming the whole thing, and wondered what had knocked him unconscious. A guard called down from above: "Hey! Are you alright? I was sweeping up here and knocked my chair over the wall. It hit you square on the head!"
A little irked, Owen called back up: "I'm here for the Tourney! Where can I get in to the city?"
"There's an entrance about a quarter mile to the East."
The guard continued: "You were laying there twitching for a while. I'm glad you're okay! By the way, can you bring the chair with you?"
Own grabbed the chair and headed for the entrance.