Two dwarves sit at a table with mugs of beer in front of them. One is wearing the plate mail so common to his people. The other wears a crimson dress.
"You know I've been meaning to ask you but what's with the dress?" Ratin asks.
"Are you saying it doesn't look good on me?" Camkulnem asks smiling.
"You look about as good as any dwarf in a dress, but aren't those for women?"
"Yes and you have no idea how hard it was to find one big enough for a real man like me."
"Kind of my point why would you be wearing a dress?" Ratin asks.
"Well i ran out of pants one day so while I was waiting for the laundry to get done I wrapped a cloth around myself. I figured I could do some training by myself while my clothes got cleaned."
"Doesn't it make it hard to fight?"
"Not at all," Camkulnem says. "It kind of surprised me how easy it was to fight like that and it was more comfortable than heavy armour."
"So you decided to get a dress?"
"It took some convincing but I managed to get one of the humans here to make one for me."
"Isn't it dangerous to have no protection on?" Ratin asks.
"Just means I have to hit everything before it can hit me."
"Is that way you spin around so much?"
"Of course how else am I supposed to see everything?" Camkulnem asks.
"It's not just you that sees everything."
"Hey if I can distract the enemy that's just another weapon."
"Distracting your friends is only going to get them killed," Ratin says.
"You should try not to look."
"You should wear pants and why don't you have hair on your legs?"
"The humans that wear these don't so I shaved the hair off," Camkulnem says.