"Nothing to go back to, sir . . . just here to help."
Durkik Forgeheart nods in thanks to the elf, and then ushers Jess to keep the cart moving. Throughout the rest of the evening's journey, the captain allows the elf to ride in peace and does not broach any further conversation. After many hours of shouting the city declarations, he's just as well not continue on with additional speaking anyway.
Eventually, the day's duty wraps up as the cart rolls to the gates of the Ministry of War. It is here that Jess hands the reins off to one of the stableboys, and Forgeheart climbs down from the back. He walks over to the tailgate, where Warrick still sits, unsure of what to do with the rest of his night. "End of the line, my friend. I'm sure I'll be seeing you back here in two days. You care in that time."
The ruddy dwarf smiles a bright but tired smile, then turns to go into the Ministry. However, before he can take more than two steps, a figure steps out from the evening's shadows, and Durkik is taken aback.
"Would'ya take an ol' dwarf to the fields 'f battle once more, fer the glory 'f Moradin and fer his own personal salvation?" says the old dwarf before him. Durkik's eyebrows raise in surprise, but then it immediately turns into a guffah and he walks over to his old friend. "Hah ha!!! You wish to join us, Firebelly you old dog? Now that is a proposition that I think we can certainly accept." He continues to laugh and he clasps a hand on the shoulder of Gombar, then turns to face the elf that sits no more than three paces away. "Another one you'll be fighting with, good sir!" he says to Warrick. "You'll all have hundreds of best friends once this battle is through." He guffahs again, and glances back and forth between Warrick and Gombar.
Durkik Forgeheart nods in thanks to the elf, and then ushers Jess to keep the cart moving. Throughout the rest of the evening's journey, the captain allows the elf to ride in peace and does not broach any further conversation. After many hours of shouting the city declarations, he's just as well not continue on with additional speaking anyway.
Eventually, the day's duty wraps up as the cart rolls to the gates of the Ministry of War. It is here that Jess hands the reins off to one of the stableboys, and Forgeheart climbs down from the back. He walks over to the tailgate, where Warrick still sits, unsure of what to do with the rest of his night. "End of the line, my friend. I'm sure I'll be seeing you back here in two days. You care in that time."
The ruddy dwarf smiles a bright but tired smile, then turns to go into the Ministry. However, before he can take more than two steps, a figure steps out from the evening's shadows, and Durkik is taken aback.
"Would'ya take an ol' dwarf to the fields 'f battle once more, fer the glory 'f Moradin and fer his own personal salvation?" says the old dwarf before him. Durkik's eyebrows raise in surprise, but then it immediately turns into a guffah and he walks over to his old friend. "Hah ha!!! You wish to join us, Firebelly you old dog? Now that is a proposition that I think we can certainly accept." He continues to laugh and he clasps a hand on the shoulder of Gombar, then turns to face the elf that sits no more than three paces away. "Another one you'll be fighting with, good sir!" he says to Warrick. "You'll all have hundreds of best friends once this battle is through." He guffahs again, and glances back and forth between Warrick and Gombar.