After further conversation/the dwarves turned and headed back into town.

That business finished, the dwarf turned about to see how his brother was doing.

The dwarf took the bow as an apology and turned once more to the darkness.

The dwarf turned and opened a door behind him, stepping into a small square room.

By the time the dwarf turned back around, the soldier had drawn his sword.

"Thank you," I said in a low voice when the mugs were down and the dwarf was turning to leave.

The dwarf turned, dark eyes coldly fixed on my hand.

At my words, the dwarf turned his head to me.

The dwarf turned a sour expression back to the young priest.

I thought maybe your dwarf might have turned into a giant.