The dwarves could offer no higher honor.

The dwarves implored him and offered him the mead in compensation for his father's death.

A yellow dwarf offered to save her in return for her daughter's hand.

"Sorry," the dwarf offered as he tugged his foot loose from between two protruding roots.

I'll check on him," the dwarf offered.

The dwarves begged for Suttungr to spare their life and offered him the magical mead of poetry.

Once again, the dwarf offered him wine.

The dwarf pours tea steadily into a blue and white cup and then offers it.

One by one, the other dwarves offered him a smile appreciative of his enthusiasm.

Important things must be done, but many of the tasks are a bit different than the dwarves could normally offer.