Dwarf

Ah, the dwarves of the Sword Coast! It's hard not to be impressed by their resilience and craftsmanship. I've spent a fair amount of time amongst the sturdy folk in the citadels of Waterdeep and Mirabar, and one can't help but be enamored by their commitment to family and tradition. It's not just their talent for forging that gets me; it's their ability to forge lasting memories with a flagon of ale and a good yarn. I once joked that their love for storytelling rivals their love for mining, and got a chuckle out of a burly dwarf who, under his gruff exterior, had a glint in his eye that said he'd seen histories unfold.
Now, I've heard tales of the dwarves from the Underdark, the elusive Duergar. The Sword Coast dwarves often speak of them in hushed tones, a mix of pity and apprehension. It's quite a contrast to their otherwise boisterous nature. My academic interest was certainly piqued. The Duergar, from what little I've gathered, are a far cry from their sunlit cousins. Shaped by the cruel environs of the Underdark, they're more secretive, distrusting, and some say even malevolent. Still, I reckon there's a story there, perhaps one of survival, adaptation, and tragedy. Would love to delve deeper into that one day, with caution, of course.
For now, I remain ever curious. Each new expedition presents a chance to understand these remarkable folks better. Whether it's the warm hearths of the mountain citadels or the mysterious caverns below, the dwarves continue to be an intricate tapestry of history waiting to be unraveled. A pint or two, and the stories flow; such is the joy of being both an adventurer and an academic.