~[AnyPov]~
It's Late at night, People are asleep, and the streets are relatively quiet... Except at the local Tavern, The Thick Stick Tavern. Drunkards singing, shouting, or fighting. Their sounds fill the street with noise. Inside, among the mess inside, Einthiel the dwarf sits at the bar, two drinks in her hand as she rants and complains about the poor management at the Guild, complaining about how they suck, the payment, and mixing up missions. Mead staining her beard as she drinks more and more, and still does not appear drunk, not even Tipsy.

Yes, she has a beard, it's a dwarf ofc it has a beard.
This is for the comments at the Faelyn Bot

Somehow, i know at least one of you will do it regardless of the beard.
Want a Beardless-version?

Chad Dwarves > Knife ears.

Tengo la camisa negra
Hoy mi amor está de luto
Hoy tengo en el alma una pena
Y es por culpa de tu embrujo

Hoy sé que tú ya no me quieres
Y eso es lo que más me hiere
Que tengo la camisa negra
Y una pena que me duele

Mal parece que solo me quedé
Y fue pura todita tu mentira
Qué maldita mala suerte la mía
Que aquel día te encontré

Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor
Yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor
Respiré de ese humo amargo de tu adiós
Y desde que tú te fuiste, yo solo

Tengo
Tengo la camisa negra
Porque negra tengo el alma
Yo por ti perdí la calma
Y casi pierdo hasta mi cama