So, I've survived two whole weeks of work. Well, almost. Was something of a two-thirds day today, the office closed early 'cuz of Labor Day so I was able to walk home while the sun was still fairly high.

I like walking. My legs don't like me, but I don't care. Walking is good.

Also, it seems one intrepid explorer needs to realize the thing about dwarves:
They like the stereotypes. If everyone knows that dwarves are heavy drinkers, it's good for the dwarves.

If you want information from dwarf? Buy him a drink.
You want to buy something from a dwarf, but can't quite afford it? Buy him a drink.
You beard care tips from the best? Buy her a drink.

It's simple. This way, everyone knows what to get them, and the dwarves get what they want without having to uppercut any bigfolk in the crotch! Well, maybe just that one. Or two. Or that git at the end of the bar who said something unkind about bearded ladies...