Kael is briefly taken aback by the acquiescence of this supposed caster Rashana. The emergence of the strong half-orc unnerves him a little, a slight frown etches across his face as the age of mistrust and war between their two races had been passed down to his generation as well. Reluctance crept in as it appeared the young tanned woman would soon invite him along.
But then the dwarf burst in. Kael held no ill toward dwarves, they kept to their mines much like Kael's kin kept to their forests. But his training in the harsh dwarvish language allowed him to cut through this crass young dwarf's thick accent. If indeed this dwarf wanted to go to the ravine, it would behoove Kael to team up, power in numbers, but he was not about to follow this uncouth and unkempt dwarf. And, if he was correct in assuming the lady Rashana was to recruit the half-orc to accompany them, he would certainly not allow the creature to lead. As loathe as he was to take a leadership role, for his sake Kael knew he must take control now and not let it go.
In a heavy elven accent, which gave a tone of refinement to the crude language, Kael spoke out in Dwarven, "Dwarf, you speak too fast and your accent is too strong. These son of men might not understand what you say. But I do, and hear me now, you will accompany us. You will follow my lead. You appear hurried, ill-composed, and I will certainly not follow your command." Kael stares at him hard, unflinching. "This young human is a caster, for what I can tell. And we will be bringing this brute of an orc along with us as well, as far as I can tell. With you that would make four. Four is strong. So I offer you the choice, Dwarf, you can go it alone, or you can come with us, following my lead. You and your little dog too."
Kael remains hard, despite himself. He is unsure how well this will be received, his dealing with dwarves a scant better than his with men. At he knew the language better. After a few moments pass, Kael speaks softly in the common tongue of man, "What do you say?"
