The crazy dwarf

Last night, I was working at the Prancing Pony as usual, but this time not with Erelayn. Erelayn had been attacked the night before and was resting at home. Anyway, instead of Erelayn, a young man called Theodrit was helping me out. In the afternoon, I was cleaning some tables when this dwarf named Garison ran up to me and shouted, "The prancing pony will be mine!'' I looked at him confused. He then ran off and started a conversation with a man named Miradon. I'm not sure what the dwarf said to upset him, but the next thing I knew they were having a duel outside the Pony. I stared at the fight, confused. Then a man called Theodrit came to watch the fight too. Miradon won, and the Dwarf lay on the floor, wounded. An elf then rode towards us, his name was Teremonth. Teremonth and Theodrit ordered me to go back inside, I did as they said and started to serve people some drinks. Then Miradon came running in and shouted ''Theodrit's injured, the Dwarf stabbed him in the arm, come quickly!'' I looked at the man on my left, his name was Welten. Welten and I walked outside looking around for Theodrit and the dwarf. Theodrit was standing by the fountain, blood pouring out of his arm and the dwarf had already rented a horse out of Bree. Welten ran over to Theodrit straight away and told him to follow. It took a few mintues before Theodrit agreed. Once he did, Welten took him into the Prancing Pony bedrooms and told him to sit down on one of the beds. Theodrit did as he was told and then Welten turned round and faced me. I asked if I could do anything to help and he told me to go get a clean cloth. When I came back and handed the cloth to him, he nodded and smiled. Then turned back to Theodrit. I was then told to help Theodrit out of his armour, I nodded and did what I was told. Welten then put some sort of medicine onto Theodrits wound...