Grüshvalk had travelled hundreds of miles. He was weary and tired. He spotted a house at the bottom of a valley. He broke into a run. He stopped at the front of the house. It had a sign posted under the ceilng, above the door. The Inn of the Dwarfs Ale. Grüshvalk entered the inn. The first thing he saw was the bar. He strode right up to it and informed the innkeeper that he wanted ale. He was served and thought: 'Oh, what a wonderful ale'.