[Hvitserk doesn't seem to bat an eye at the old wounds. To him, it simply meant that the man was likely a great warrior who had battled through his injuries. He'd fought alongside men who had been burned or who had taken an axe to the face who had somehow survived. It wasn't common to recover from injuries like that, but it was far from unheard of.]

Uh-huh. [He gave the man a lopsided, almost sly smile like he was onto Ephemera.] Everyone knows dwarves don't look any different than humans, but I will take your word for it.

[He holstered his axe and peered around.] Do you live here? Is there a way out?