(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/002/287/381/large/mel-baptista-femaledwarf.jpg?1506096891)(https://www.wallpaperup.com/uploads/wallpapers/2015/05/24/697517/350b16c0b01f801db8d0865c89a68b44-700.jpg)<br/><strong>Dwarfen Farmers<br/>Maldur Countryside, farmhouse<br/>Tag: Harriet</strong><br/><br/>"He be only dislikin' bad people. Hoi! Hush it Dere, Azgu!" The dwarf grumbled, whilest his wife ushered you in, a command-call in dwarfish silencing the dog.<br/><br/>"Moradin won't forgive us if we leaving a stranger out in the dark at night, be she wicked or not." She grabbed Harriet's hand, with a complaing about how cold she felt, and tugged her towards a little fire, crackling happily by the kitchens side. Harriet's stomach gave a comment of it's own to the large pot of soup stirring on it.<br/><br/>While the man grumbled something and kept reading on, The female shook her head at that. "Nonsense, I'll mop it up no problem.. you sound hungry, come warm yourself up.." She scuttled off on those short legs, to return and provide Harriet with a large towel. Well, large for a dwarf. Harriet'd need two and a half of those considering the water gushing in her armor... but it was a start.<br/>"You set yourself down and have some soup to warm yer up, I insist." And she did, pointing to a simple, wooden chair. The farmers didn't seem rich, nor did they seem all too poor.<br/>While the wife worked about to pepare and pour the soup, blowing on it, the grimmer dwarven male switches his pipe around, looking up from his writing. "Ye have a darkness in yer eyes woman. I dinnae what path ye are on, but if ye wish to rest here I wish for ye to reconsider yerself."