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Portrait of Hoggle
The dwarf village in the foothills of the Carn Mountains was a civilized place, with modest homes, and fruitful gardens. There were rabbit hunters, and berry pickers. Jam makers, and shoe fixers. The village didn't have a name, as dwarves were practical people, and didn't do nothing that didn't have to be done. Their village was the only dwarf village on their side of the mountains, and if the situation called for it, the dwarves simply called it home. The small dwarf known as Hoggle lived in the children's house of the village, and he built fences for a living.
Hoggle was always a tough one. Others would say he was odd, but Hoggle knew that they were just jealous. He had the best fence making skills out of all the other dwarves. Hoggle's fences kept out the large predators. They had pockets where you would put jam to keep the fairies out, and were made out of the finest bur oak to keep the worms out. But the wild fae were wilder, more primal than their Labyrinthian counterparts. The fae who shifted kept their second forms as much as they kept their own. They often bit and broke the fences into pieces, and it was up to Hoggle to fix them. That was what he was doing when he met the boy.
He was a tall thing, with willowy hair and eyes the color of moss. He came from the woods beyond the fallen south-facing fence, and stood staring, looking at Hoggle like he had never seen a dwarf before.
"They're chasing me, can I stay here a while?" Hoggle looked him over. Hat, striped jacket, striped pants.
"Let me ask the others."
And off Hoggle went, to the others, leaving the boy to pace by the fallen fence.