"You don't know much about dwarves." Harrim lets out a sad sigh. "How can a dwarf cursed by Torag go on living

"You don't know much about dwarves." Harrim lets out a sad sigh. "How can a dwarf cursed by Torag go on living in a city where every single soul bows to Torag? I was alone. Disgraced, humiliated, insulted." A lone tear glints in the light before sliding down Harrim's cheek and hiding in his beard.