Dwarves...it was a race Neveah never had the displeasure of meeting in her eighteen years of life,
Reasonably so since the Eclipse Domain and the werewolf territory was cut off from the rest of the supernatural realm.
However, Neveah had certainly heard the tales that were told of them, of their great empire, the hidden city beneath the ground and of their mischievous and vindictive nature.
It was not just that, dwarves were extremely territorial and greedy too, they hoarded minerals and ores, mining it only for their own benefits and cutting off all trades of precious metals in their territory.
The dwarves always had their eyes on one desire or the other and they were known to stop at nothing to get it, above all, they were extremely dangerous.
The dwarves were not a race to be trifled with, that much was obvious with how they alone could somehow resist the dominion of the dragons and retain their independence.
