Talk:Dwarf/@comment-26115871-20151116192059

You're at the bar drinking away your sorrows when you hear the bouncer ask someone trying to enter the bar for an I.D. Within seconds every eye turns to the entrance when the bouncer's sent flying through the doors as a very peeved dwarf enters the bar while grumbling to herself. You recognize her as the village blacksmith, and it looks like she's had a bad day. She soon attempts to climb the barstool next to you, only to release a particularly vulgar curse when she can't seem to climb up it. Her annoyed response is to walk over to you, climb up your legs and sit on your lap as she orders a bottle of whisky. With a sigh she leans against your chest. "It's days like this that I wish I had a loving man at home."

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