The man stood no taller than four-foot-six, but the sheer width of his shoulders made him appear almost immovable. A thick braided beard covered most of his pale face while sharp intelligent eyes narrowed toward us suspiciously beneath bushy brows.
"A dwarf?" I muttered quietly.
For several long seconds, I simply stared at him.
He truly looked exactly like the dwarves from the fantasy books in my old world. Broad bodies. Heavy muscles. Thick beards braided with metal rings. Even the iron spear resting against his shoulder looked ancient and heavy enough to split stone apart. If someone had shown me this scene back on Earth, I would have assumed it came from an expensive movie set.
The dwarf grunted before crossing his thick arms.
"Well now," he said in a rough gravelly voice, "what exactly do we have here? Two fae and a human—"
Then he stopped speaking.
His sharp eyes landed fully on me, the scrutiny that followed felt suffocating.
