Bjoern went down the hill.

So us three strong personalities, the dwarves Gavrin and Bromgar, and me (the gnome) went to see where our friend Bjoern Ironforge, also a dwarf, was hanging out. He "said" he was going to fight some thieves or something, but my guess was that he was just slacking and getting a bit of a rest from us lot and find some proper beer. Alas, in that tavern, during first breakfast, this weird sheep came in with a scroll in its teeth. I mean I made some mechanical sheep, but this was just really bonkers. Turns out the scroll was sheep speech and after using it, we found out the sheep seemed to be Bjoern. He talked us into finding a WIZZARD whose-name-i-forgot who had polymorphed him. The second we tried to leave, some ugly guys attacked us, but it didn't work out well for them. Never attack someone a head smaller than you. It ain't no good (for you)!
 
Bjoern-sheep led us out of the city, through some spidery woods (we just snook through!), some creepy cemetery and finally to an underground crypt we had to enter through a hole in the floor of a ruined church. Things down there looked like experiments on werewolves... also: throbbing veins on the wall and shit. The hobnailed dwarves got hit by them, I just used my spanner to hop over these. So easy!
 
There we found him, the WIZZARD whose-name-i-forgot! We just asked him a rhetorical question and boom, bolt to the head! We asked him to give up, spanner to the toes! He refused and thought his two skeleton marionettes might scare us. Poof they went. After showing him that he got blood on his fine jacket (and after some casting by Gavrin) he knelt down. Didn't want to undo Bjoern-sheep-form though. Poor fella fell backward into a bloody pool then. The veiny things went out with him, surprise!
 
So we just went home (after taking the WIZZARD whose-name-i-forgot's staff) and tried to get Bjoern back to his not-a-sheep form. Boy that didn't work!