"Gold. Lots, and lots of gold. And even more, if you cannot provide your own caster. The Earth Weavers are here to help, but we are not a complete charity." The human attendant chuckles. "So, really, you could consider staying that way, yes. Definitely less hair to manage."
"That being said, if you ever were a Dwarf, and indeed have been race changed using a ritual, and not simply not losing your mental faculties, you should remember accepting the change. Unless you were drunk. Verrrry drunk."
"But since you say you 'woke up this way' - in your own bed, I am presuming- and not here with us in a resurrection circle as your 'normal' dwarf self," she smiles, but you can see the doubt in her eyes, "a part of you must have wanted this."