"Good to meet you, Trahearne," Kit responds affably, flashing his strange new friend a lopsided grin, and sets to the task of shovelling another piece of dead sea creature into the wheelbarrow. The flesh golems are certainly weird, but truthfully they can't be any weirder than the stone golems of the Deep Roads. However those were forged--and he isn't precisely sure how--he expects he'd find being in their presence just as unsettling as the flesh ones. And besides, it's the next question that really snags his attention though.

"Are you a dwarf? I apologize but - I've never seen a living dwarf before. Or perhaps I should say I've never seen a fleshy one?"

He stops short, holding the shovel, and blinks back at Trahearne in startled surprise. "Uh, yeah," he says, then slowly dumps the rest of the dead jellyfish into the wheelbarrow. "I'm a dwarf, even though the rest of the stuffed up sods in Orzammar probably wouldn't agree. Why?" he adds, frowning. "There aren't any dwarves where you're from?"