"A red-bearded dwarf, if my guess is correct," Drizzt continued.

The red-bearded dwarf was old, past two hundred, but not too old by the standards of the dwarven folk.

The red-bearded dwarf said nothing, though, for he held faith that Drizzt would tell him the complete truth in good time.

The drow looked to the red-bearded dwarf as he spoke, and Bruenor had nearly wriggled his way out of the hole.

"Ye led in Settlestone," the red-bearded dwarf said firmly.

He spun about, thinking to flee, but the red-bearded dwarf was too close for him to slip by.

A burly red-bearded dwarf in full battle-mail rushed out through those gates.

Again, luck was with the red-bearded dwarf.

Reminding herself of the importance behind it all, she looked the red-bearded dwarf in the eye as she continued.

Wulfgar grabbed him by the helmet spike and started away after the red-bearded dwarf.