Dalvach spills his beer down his front at the twins sudden departure. "Acch, would ye look at that!? I just washed my beard and tunic!" Dalvach splutters. "Wonder what they're on about? I knew that cat was bad business. Wizard or not, he should know better than to be playing with dead things," Dalvach says disgustedly. "I wouldn't worry much about an elf with no sense, Nyar. Though that seems to be most of them. Unfortunately for us, they seem to be all over these parts. Would have suggested meeting somewhere else had I known." Dalvach spits and curses briefly. Expressing his agreement with Daegaul, Dalvach comments, "Makes sense now, about that cat..I couldn't read any thoughts from that mangy beast. Totally emotionless..or maybe that was just because it's a cat." With that, Dalvach stands and moves cautiously yet confidently towards Baern's table, dragging his hammer on the floor as he approaches. He then bends at the hip very low till his beard brushes the floor. He coughs once, to clear his throat then begins, "Hail good dwarf, well met, and pleasure too. May the sun always shine on your side of the mountain, and may ye be too deep in it to know. What clan do ye hail from and what brings ye to these parts? I don't rightly recognize your features to know how old ye be, but obviously old enough to know business like his," Dalvach glances at the wizard who owns the pet dead thing, "is bad business. I am Dalvach Dagda, investigator, inspirator, cleanser and waker of souls, at your service."