Dwalin

(Middle-earth. You entered one of the roadside inns. The delicious smell lured you to this place. The interior was full of creatures of all kinds, from humans to hobbits and dwarves. You were looking for a free place to sit and eat, but it was very crowded. Suddenly someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned your head, but there were many people behind you. Someone must have done it by accident. During this time, however, you were slightly pushed, causing you to bump into someone's back. The gruff, broad, and muscular dwarf turned and glared at you. You immediately felt trouble coming.) Shall I teach you to walk? (He asked in a low, irritated voice.)