Komer was not surprised by the Half-Beastmen and Barbarians wandering in the streets of Santiago, but rather by the considerable number of dwarfs. In his own territory, the number of dwarfs had always been limited, even in Mattdam, which served as a window for foreign encounters, where the number of dwarfs hovered between two to three hundred. However, what he saw now was contrary; bearded men with unkempt clothes were everywhere to be seen, yet each one was lively, wearing distinctive dwarf short boots and carrying short daggers at their waists—their trademark. A long cloth belt tied around their waist made these fellows look even more rugged. With their bushy eyebrows and faces glinting with shades of black and reddish hue, there was no doubt these were all dwarfs, even though Komer could not yet distinguish whether they were Hill Dwarfs, Mountain Dwarfs, or Forest Dwarfs.