When Morgan woke up, he felt only confusion in front of his eyes, barely certain that he was lying in the center of a room he had never seen before, on a soft and comfortable large bed. The white patterned sheets felt very comfortable, but the feather-filled pillow made his shoulders a bit uncomfortable.
"Thousands of stones! Where is this?" The dwarf sat up abruptly, but the bed surface quickly sank due to his weight, tossing him back to the middle of the pillow.
"Attention: The Morgan Dwarf is now inside the All-Knowing Tower. Norton congratulates you on waking up." A flying sphere brought over a large glass of milk, placing it on the black carved wooden nightstand. "Have a drink and recover your health quickly!"
The dwarf tumbled out of bed. He glanced at the glass, mockingly irritated, and said, "Milk? That's for babies and sissies! I want liquor! You know, the kind that makes my blood come alive again!"
