Hard as it is to acknowledge, Smitty’s reaction to death was pretty typical. It hurts too much to see a stranger die, let alone someone you love and respect. Most folks would prefer just to ride away, leave the dead to do their dying, and only afterward think on the good times.

Ale is the most civilized thing to a Dwarf, but to a Human it’s a reversal; a step back into a more primitive state.”(HammerThorn)

Every critter seeks to bring about a situation, which may cause a boon to its survival. As dumb as Ogres are, they’re still natural creatures.

On the Plain of Sorrow, three hyenas to one lion meant a fight. Tip the scale too hard in either sides favor, and it meant a slaughter.

Gronyar grunted with satisfaction. His belly bulged. There was nothing better than eating your enemies, except maybe shitting them out.

Mountain folk have their own code. And they hold each other to it, straightforward like; No beatin’ around the bush.

but as the Hill Dwarves like to say, Hope is a hen that never lays.

Gnomish luck doesn’t work that way. If you want to triumph, first you have to try, and then you have to give it some umph! The luck comes somewhere in between.

It’s a hard thing—outlivin’ your loved ones. Outlivin’ your enemies, now that’s easy. A fella could do that all day long.