The dour and reserved Holg have long lives and even longer memories. Though no Holg alive today remembers the Great Sundering, their rich tradition of recording history means they remember the evil of the Elves, how they were snatched from their home and perverted to make the Mul race.
Holg are dour and unforgiving. Even those whose ancestry is steeped in the cities away from the holds. As if they have chosen to remember the sins that brought them to the lands of the short lived. Holg, as a general rule, have some kind of negative feeling towards the Elves. Deep spiritual wounds that pulled them away from their old homes among the stone.
Holg see themselves as part of the earth. They are the earth. Like the bee that is intrinsic to the survival of the flowers, so too are the Holg the lifeblood of the earth. Removed from their holds they are part of nothing, exiled and removed. This has had a devastating effect on some of the members of this race. It is shown most often by them going beardless.
The Holg are the dwarves of Hamon.
Not all dwarves have beards.