Dwarves don't read?

Kespin walked away huffy from where Jorrick had seperated him and Luna. He was walking down a hall enveloped in his thoughts keeping his book under his arm as he walked. He made it a point to stop for a second and address each torch on the wall saying "thank you fire, thank you for your illumination"

Further down the corridor he came across a door that was slightly open. Light was casting from it's entranceway and Kespin had the need to peer inside. He was taken back at what he saw.

Books...?

It was a library of sorts. Dusty tomes and volumes lined the walls on oaken shelves. Books piled in stacks next to an old desk with a single candle on top. It was a single candle, but shone enough light to fill the entire room.

"I've never known a dwarf to read," Kespin whispered to himself.