Half angry, half gnome.

The toughest way for any gnome to be raised, is without a father. No one to teach you the proper way of beard grooming, or which mixtures to avoid if your eyebrows are dear to you. It is worse, if your father isnt even a gnome. Pell Gnostrinius was such a gnome. His mother did well enough with him, though she says he came out surly, and he was a good example of gnome ingenuity, everyone said that about him. They also said some less savory things about him. Stubborn. Obstinate. Irritable. It wasnt his upbringing, that made him this way. A few young gnomes tried to pick on him about his heritage, but quickly found themselves disabused of that notion. Being half-dwarf had its advantages, the primary one being his size. Nearly one and half again the size of a normal gnome. Those fights ended with three adult gnomes, pulling the incensed and screaming Pell off of his verbal attackers. It wasnt until his marriage, which no one could truly understand what she saw in him. Whatever it was Maryim saw in him, she was able to control his temper and his irritation. She was often seen, chastising him and though she was a sweet woman, her temper was more than a match for his. It wasnt easy to tell, by how he spoke, but he worshiped the ground she walked on, though, hed never put it like that.