Her face was painted gold, her eyes as hard and dark as coal.


    “What… What have ye done?!” Barmod shouted, motioning to his poor girlfriend.


    “I… um… I can explain,” Snazzit said sheepishly, slowly walking away. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    “Then start explainin’! Or ye’ll have me axe in yer noggin!” Barmod growled, walking towards Snazzit.


    “Well, I thought she was you… because, well, haven’t you noticed? You can’t tell the dwarven women from the dwarven men!” Snazzit exclaimed.


    “And ya think tha’s gonna stop me from killin’ ya?” Barmod growled, chasing after Snazzit. There were soon screams in the distance.