The dwarf began to moan and crawled toward the door.

The other dwarves began to back away from the war chief.

The dwarves slowly began to move toward the tunnel they had entered from, with its relative safety.

The dwarf tilted back the horn and began to drink.

The dwarf looked down and began to thump the pipe desperately.

The dwarf stood in front of the door, his back to us, and began to work on something with great concentration.

Shortly after daybreak, dwarves began drifting in to the meeting place.

There was more rattling as the dwarf began his descent.

"I seen some rocks aside the trail just a dozen yards back," the dwarf began.

The dwarf on the other side of Imp began to snigger.