(As long as your for continuing, lead on.)
Alright, given a few hours of rest, everyone is still quite worn from their injuries. As you rest and watch both the door and the east-west passage to the north, some of you become aware that you are being observed. A hulking stout figure, quite a bit bigger than a man, seems to move in and out around the party. After some degree of time, it approaches quietly towards the main room, dragging a heavy wooden club behind it's massive lengthy arms. In the light, you can make out that one of it's eyes is either baddly scarred over or missing, but otherwise it looks like a huge dwarf (if dwarves were huge, and looked completely devoid of civilization). It is draped in what looks like interconnected dwarve-made chainmail suits that have been crudely fastened together.
Once the creature comes into the room, it slouches and sits on it's large rear, and looks around at all the watcheful gazes that have shifted upon him. In it's bulky deep and crude voice, it speaks out, "Wha?" and looks at the group of worn adventurers.
