Moving past the blacksmith alley, he found himself in what felt like an entirely different section of Yulimium: the houses were different, and formed of rock and steel, and there were much fewer humans, and much more dwarves walking the streets.
He rarely had the chance to encounter dwarves, but they were as expected; short and stocky, built with muscle and beer bellies, most of which displayed lengthy, bristly beards.
"How's it goin' der'?" One such dwarf asked him, a man who stood at half his height with a red, split beard, "lost?"
He shook his head with a wry laugh, "I'm alright."
"Alright den'," the ginger-bearded dwarf went on his way.
At least they seem pretty nice, actually, he thought.
