"I wish that wizard would come back," the dwarf muttered.

"At least I'll die dry land," the dwarf muttered.

"I don't like it," the dwarf muttered more than once to the ogre as they dressed Caramon.

"And light are their feet," muttered the dwarf under his breath.

"For which you got little thanks, no doubt," the dwarf muttered.

"By me own eyes, the tales be true," the dwarf muttered.

A simple pass through, and half the dwarves are muttering his praises.

"Bet that hurt," the dwarf muttered as the table slammed back down, and the man's face scrunched up.

The dwarf avoided looking at him and muttered something about.

"I am not your friend, human," muttered the dwarf, but the words were in his language and spoken to his beard.