Lyle stepped through the bronze gate opened by the guards, these Dwarves clad in standard issue enchanted armor. The broad armor in the style of the Dwarves made these half-human-height warriors look even more like iron barrels, and from the small eyes peeking through the gaps in the armor, only vigilance and a dislike for other races could be seen.
"Dwarves don't seem to be a very welcoming race... I thought your personalities would be as hearty as your beards."
"That's my fault. When I harvested the power of our clan, I disturbed the Heart of Molten Fire, causing a brief volcanic eruption that submerged a small area of Mackenbert. They've just ended their refugee status, and it's easy for them to associate the disaster with other races, Imelt must have received quite a few cold stares. I've tried explaining, but to little effect. You shouldn't try to persuade a Dwarf unless you're at a drinking table."