Dwelf

The dwelf brought them boiling water and let them choose the leaves for the tea. Patience inquired about the possibility of getting rooms with closable windows for the night. “That depends,” said the dwelf. “On what? Tell us the price. […]”

“Dwelves are half-elf, half-dwarf.” “Certainly not! We are not half-elves or half-anything. We are not dwarves. We are not elves. We are a unique race.” “Do their peoples descend from yours?” “Maybe. Giants did descend from fairies.”