Harrim fiddles with his beard pensively. "Well... It's not as if I'm holding a grudge against the whole dwarve

Harrim fiddles with his beard pensively. "Well... It's not as if I'm holding a grudge against the whole dwarven race. In Brevoy, the River Kingdoms, in the Stolen Lands – I'm always rather happy to see one of us. Exiles like me, or those who left their homeland voluntarily in search of a better life – or even those who were born here and have never seen the mountains... I hold nothing against them."