"Keep yer eyes on the track instead of di lady, unless ye wanna exchange some fists." warns the dwarf, always ready to pick an unnecessary fist fight.
Once in the woods, Muzdum gets to the front. "Ah'll go 'n fronto' di rest. Someone cover di rear, and someone in the middle to help defend the squishy ones." the dwarf says, then adds. "Nothin' personal"