|Life was supposed to be simple as a Dwarf. Hate elves, hit things with metal clubs, drink too much beer.|
As a Dwarf, he was supposed to feel nothing but contempt for anything Elven, whether it be people, places, or things... but he couldn't find it in himself to feel contempt for Fimu. In fact, thinking of her kept him awake at night and not because he disliked her... Rather, he found himself trying to please her. To catch her eye. It made him feel strange inside and he wasn't used to that feeling. He bit his lip accidentally, then bit it again. He could still feel things- more alcohol was needed.
He slammed the mug onto the table after draining it all in one great series of thick gulps that brought tears to his eyes. By Kannu's beard, life was complicated.