"But…before that…I'm sure I've seen more than one dwarvish woman before and they didn't have a beard." Arad finally asked the question that bugged him the most.
Mora's wife stared at him for a second, "Tis th' identical fur folk. Some wummin hae a mustache."
Arad thought about her words for a moment. She was right, there were indeed many women with a faint mustache that he had seen, just one or two hairs on their lips. Dwarves are just more genetically susceptible to growing facial hair than humans.
Kali tapped Arad's shoulder, "Let's go, if we don't hurry, somebody might die today." Arad's eyes immediately stared at her and she dragged him by the arm. "No time to waste."
The two walked through Hati's lush garden and went into the cellar from the outside latch. Inside the dark and damp underground hole they could see Merida and Kino looking at some mushrooms that grew from the walls, and Eris was sitting in the corner with blood magic rushing all around her body.
