Chapter 527: From Rags To Riches.
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“Haha, what is it my little Thordrin? Are you hungry? Or perhaps is it…”
A stocky looking man held a crying baby up with his arms, his fingers thick from years of working in the smithy. His hair was red and his beard was long and bushy. The child in his hand continued to wail despite his attempts to soothe it. Bernir cradled the baby awkwardly, his large hands trying to be gentle as he rocked his son back and forth. His eyes darted toward the door, half-hoping his wife, Dyana, would appear to rescue him from this predicament.
“Waaaaa!”
“By the old dwarven gods… What do you need now, little one?”
Bernir muttered, while sniffing at the air wondering if he needed to change his diaper. The baby, Thordrin, was red-faced and inconsolable. Bernir tried humming a lullaby his human mother used to sing, but his deep baritone seemed to startle the child more than calm him. He was just about to try feeding him again when the door creaked open, and Dyana stepped in, her expression clearly indicating frustration.
“Give him here, Bernir”