Our women are so alike in voice and appearance that they are often mistaken for our men.
Roaring fires! Malt beer! Ripe meat off the bone!
You are not from Wind Mountain, #, but you seem friendly enough.
Let us drink together!
Shall we drink, #?
Dwarven ale is the finest drink in all Middle-earth!
The riches of the Wind Mountains are meager, but our trade with Mordor provides us with what we lack.
There is some good stonework here.
What tidings do you bring from the world of Men, #?
My beard is the envy of all the Dwarves within these mountain holds.
Stature you may have, but a fine beard you have not!
You need to work on that beard, #.
The smith-skill of the Dwarves is unmatched!
Do you have news from our folk in the West?
By my beard, I've not seen a Man in all my life! Welcome to my home, #!
You're a bit too tall for these mines, #! Ha! Ha!
Welcome to the Wind Mountains, #! Many riches await you here!