There were exceptions, of course, as there were in all things, but the average dwarf was constantly working, thinking, and looking for opportunities.

The sound had been a common one all afternoon, as Robyn and the dwarves had worked to make the forest a difficult passage for the army of raiders.

Pug watched as the dwarves worked efficiently about the camp.

But as the dwarf worked steadily over the staked- down hide, scraping, rubbing, and dressing it, Chess gradually went silent... or nearly so.

The red moon was nearly eclipsed now, but still Glen- shadow's staff glowed, and strong white light bathed the top of the spire where the dwarf worked.

While this was going on, the other dwarves were working at the rest of the captives, and cutting at the threads with their knives.

The dwarf and the barbarian quickly worked their way above the broken gate back-to-back.

Catti-brie and the dwarves worked for about an hour, filling two large sacks, primarily with clothes.

The dwarves worked differently than their allies.

Inside, the dwarves worked to seal every crack and crevice they could find, plastering the walls and ceiling with the sticky substance.