(Note: race is supposed to be Dark Dwarf but i couldn't find it in the dropdown)
The tunnel's light shimmered dimly with an amber glow, casting shadows on the dark stone. Amidst those shadows laid a strange figure crouched on its knees, holding a stone with reverence. Through the rusted rings that covered his arms, an ashen gray skin reflected the light dully. His hair was whitish like a cloud, with a short beard blurring his face. Under his bushy eyebrows, two dark eyes stared into the small boulder he was holding. Dwarves think they know darkness – it's all around them, black stones, black coal, black obsidian... but the darkness in his eyes was something else. It was deep like a lake with no bottom and a sky with no stars but irradiated faintly with an unrecognizable energy.
He stood up and walked calmly to a small creek beside the tunnel where he washed the stone he was carrying. When he finished washing, he sat down with his legs crossed and brought the rock to his ear, as if seeking to hear it like one listens to a seashell. Then he spoke softly: "What dwells within you?" He tapped two times with his knuckles and said in a daring tone: "Ah, if they could listen to you like I do, they wouldn't laugh and mock. They don't understand, we could have it all!"
Suddenly, he swung the stone against the rocky ground, shattering it into two big pieces. He peeked at the half he was holding with a smug smile, but when he saw nothing but plain stone his expression shattered, and his face went blank, dejected. After a few moments in that state, he stood up and in the blink of an eye, threw the stone against a wall, smashing it. He then walked toward the darkness in the tunnel, arms hanging and head low, his mind transported to his infancy when he was thought to be a bad omen and ran off to live stray. He remembered the old dwarf that had put him to work in exchange for food. It was tough but at first anger fueled him. Then as the work taught him about the mountain and its secrets he began feeling strange, a different motivation growing inside him. His pale skin and odd eyes had caused him many troubles fitting in, but nobody cared as long as the job was done. Working hard all his life to survive in the mines had changed him. While others saw, he looked, and when others heard, he listened. Or at least sometimes he did. Lately, his thoughts were off; he couldn't focus, and the only thing that comforted him was the cold darkness of the dwarven mines. In the back of his mind, there was the thought that maybe it was time to look for something else. He thought to wander off again, or maybe he just had to delve deeper into the mountain in search of what his heart longed for. Time would tell.
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