This was the first time Tristan saw a dwarf up-close. The only other he ever saw was a certain famous actor in a certain movie about a throne.
The dwarves locked up in front of them was something else to say the least. They have an average height of four feet, with stout and broad bodies, and thick facial hair.
"So, are you going to release us, or what?" The dwarf with a red beard asked in a grumpy voice. The other dwarf who spoke to Tristan before quickly stopped his friend from speaking any further by shushing him.
"Please pardon my colleague's behavior; he has a reputation for always being grumpy, nothing personal. Let me introduce myself, I am Bifur, and this is Bofur." The dwarf gestured to the red-bearded dwarf with his chin. "We are dwarves from the Ashenforge clan."
Tristan glanced at the third dwarf who remained silent. The older look white-bearded dwarf did not even acknowledge his stare.
