The dwarf laughed, and his laugh was evil.

How the old dwarf would have laughed.

The dwarf dusted himself off and laughed.

The dwarf laughed wildly as each bone went humming away, thinking he could keep this up forever.

Also I saw that Buliwyf took no offense when the dwarf laughed at him, which frequently he did.

"That is true," the dwarf said, and laughed again, the giggle of a child or a young girl.

"Ye should've stayed by me side," the dwarf laughed at her.

The ugly dwarf scowled at him, then laughed, a short, barking sound.

The dwarf laughed, and one of his big hands caught the front of the smith's tunic.

The dwarf laughed, a sharp bark of sound.