Reincarnated as a Dwarf

History of the Dwarves

The days of school seamlessly merged into weeks, and the weeks into months. Down deep in the mountain, there was no sunrise or sunset, the weather always stayed the exact same, and dwarves were genetically programmed to always be working. So the only way to keep track of the passing of time was the annual new year's festival.

It was a two week long celebration where families would gather to drink astounding amounts of beer while boasting of their deeds performed during the year. Usually my father and I would spend that time working and just get a slightly higher quality cask of beer to celebrate the new year. So I was a bit surprised when Bekhi came up to me with an invitation a week before the new year’s break.

“What was that, Bekhi?” I cleaned out my ear with my pinky to make sure I hadn’t misheard her.

“I said, would you like to join me in visiting my family on the surface? There’s a merchant expedition that is going to Vesturhildrun, but the merchant in charge doesn’t want to br