Absolutely bamboozled by this race that slams back booze all night like they've never heard of a hangover, and then gets up early to go do hard labor in the mines all day.
He's aware of their customs and tries to abide by them, but he can't breathe in those damned helmets and goes without as much as possible since, after all, he's just an ambassador from The Source. Behind his back, he is known as The Harlot.
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That would have been a good reveal tho!!! I love when dwarves take off their helmets.