Graveyard
[singing]"'T'is naught but the shin, O' mine uncle Tim, as should be lyin' in the graveyard, waveyard, paveyard." [Song ends]
"Oh, why pardon me sir, I didn't see ya there. What kind of 'assisstance' be ye a-needin'? My name's Tarl, by the way. How should I address you, Sir?"
Brae sees when the Dwarf stands erect, his shoulders come a bit more than two feet shy of ground level. This Dwarf is also very powerfully built, with arms as stout as his thighs, seemingly.