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Sounds of hammering resounded in the warm dark cave. The only source of light was the fire blazing in the forge. The figure holding the hammer was just a bit over six feet in height, with muscles that glittered with sweat, even in this dark room. Each exposed muscle was well sculptured, evidence of the figure’s experience with forging. The blacksmith was completely focused on the weapon he was making, totally ignoring the short yet stout figure right next to him. With a height of only about four feet, the strange figure would have stood out like a sore thumb anywhere else in the Universe- not here though. Figures like these were the major residents of this planet. It was after all, a planet of dwarves. Over here, being over five feet in height made one a weirdo.

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