"Th'loife of a Dwarf,” Oyrin replied “es ah hoorsh'n. We toil t'create, werk weth th'patience ef th'earth we lev en, oolwaiys besieged by our enemies, oolwaiys pressed t'feght for tha'whech es oors by berthroight. Oor tale es old, older than tha' of ahny otheh save tha' of th'draegons weh defeated. Wethen oor voolts we hold wesdom and reches beyond th'comprehension of Man. Ahn tha',” Oyrin concluded with a slight raise of his mug, “es as good a reason t'have anether drenk as any. Cheers t'ye, lad.” ~Oyrin Speaking to a man about Dwarves.