"This is what we are," he pointed to Uncle Marcus and his self, "-and you are half of what we are. I take it you've never met one of our kind before. We are dwarfs, and as dwarfs, our specialty is metal. It's in our blood. We can shrink into the short humans, which is possibly what you are half of, but I can't be to sure because of your light brown eye is that of an elf while your height is similar to that of a human. You are a very confusing race, dwarfs are short when breed with humans, same with the elves, but somehow, your tall for one. Not even elves and dwarfs combined are your height, I'm assuming your all three until we get the blood work back."
