dwarf

"Are they approaching?" Tingli asked, scratching his beard and looking at the Elf standing at his side, still like a statue.

"Aye." The elf said simply, nothing more needed.

"Bet ya gonna do some reconnaissance then, lad?" the Dwarf said.  The Elf simply nods before jumping down from the wall and disappearing into the shadowy twilight.

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Mum was never a good cook. She always burnt her stew a bit. Or she'd throw the onions almost raw into the mix. Or she'd forget to butter the cake batter and end up making a kind of hard bread. 

I remember the faces my father would make, trying to hide how salty the soup was, so that my mother wouldn't notice. I felt like getting angry with her, but Dad always said it was better not to spend our time together at the table arguing over silly things.

The Orcs came to our lands, and we fought them hand to hand, 

Sweat and blood, turned the ground to mud. 

Dwarf and Orc in strife, sought to vanquish every life, when the hammer falls! 

“Into them! Borri, take the left flank, strike them down! Baruk Khazâd!” 

“Khazâd ai-mênu!”