We can't fight in this weather - The dwarf grinned as he followed Raag out the wooden door.

The dwarf grinned, and a spark of battle lust set his red eyes aflame.

The dwarf grinned, teeth flashing white through the wilderness of beard.

The dwarf grinned nervously and adjusted the grip on his axe.

Blood dripped freely from the cut but the dwarf just grinned more widely.

The dwarf with no hands slowly grinned.

The dwarf grinned and scuttled into the back rooms.

The dwarf grinned and tugged at his beard.

The dwarf grinned as if he heard and understood, but made no attempt to reply.

The dwarf grinned, ducked his head, and sped away, swarming up the ladder they had just descended.