Chapter 19: Where Dragons Wait
He spotted a halfling woman bartering with a dwarven smith, while a pair of kobolds raced across a low roof, carrying books as though they were treasure.
Chapter 2: Aveamaria's Prayers
Street, alexia shouting at the top of her lungs in dwarven at the man as he got up and ran.
Legion of Sytarel - Ch. 26: The Battle of Sanctuary Begins
Arion nodded his understanding and stood watching while the dwarven commanders finished up their discussion.
Legion of Sytarel - Ch. 24: Confrontation
He grabbed a pair of dwarven swords, which were nothing more than daggers for someone his size. he charged at arion, but even after stab after stab, slice after slice, all he was able to hit was air.
Legion of Sytarel - Ch. 15: In Defense of the Republic
"it be dwarven soil," the paladin pointed out. arion stopped pacing and spun to face the dwarf, his robe fluttering around him, "in a temple of peace!" "that we gave to ye."
City of Light: Chapter 53
That stuck-up, dress-wearing ninny deserves a demonstration of the dwarven method!” “you heard her, lady lyndis. let go!” feku tugged at lyndis’s leg, her tiny face set with determination. “mage lady needs swift kick in balls!” “everyone, everyone!”
Scales and Honor: The Shattered God: Chapter 31
Which is a pity, i _did_enjoy your dwarven ale." he averted his snout to one of the other guards, insisting the man remember they had to find _another_ favorite tavern. "such a shame too, it's _so_ hard to come by good food now adays.
Ash and Song Chapter Three
dwarven caravans occasionally came down from the stonehollow ridges with metalwork and news. it was a place between worlds. and cass felt rooted in it. “morning, cass!”
Progression
James was a tall lizard like creature with four arms and a long tail, patrick was a human with short and messy black hair, and moore was stout dwarven smith. fay and mortimer were humans, and all of them carried some sort of weapon.
City of Light: Chapter 38
"aye, this place gives me a wee bit of déjà vu from the vaults of dwarven kings." merlia mused, sauntering around the pedestal. her gaze flitted from one treasure to the next, never lingering too long on any single item.
City of Light: Chapter 49
A tempest of curses, insults, and furious gestures erupted as merlia, her face as crimson as veledar’s scales, invoked the legendary dwarven book of grudges.
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 4: The Guild
Lord astor's manor had been turned inside-out by the mithril blades in their attempt to hunt down the dwarven thief. dirt and footprints marred the floors, carpets, and baseboards.