Trahearne gives him a small, somewhat awkward smile at that reaction, briefly turning away to use the edge of his shovel to slice part of one of the jellyfish into more manageable chunks. Maybe those squishing sounds weren't entirely pleasant, but it made it easier to add to the pile in the wheelbarrow.

"There is only one dwarf that I know of. A rather cranky and irritable one, but I try not to take it personally. You see, some two hundred years ago, the dwarves of my world underwent a powerful magical rite that turned them all to stone. They did it so that they could fight against one of the champions of the Elder Dragon Primordus - the Great Destroyer was spoken of both in their religion and in prophecy, if I recall correctly. So many of them joined that battle that it's difficult to know how many of the dwarves might still be alive."