The Dwarf listens intently. Three more days ... Dolfuur thinks. He can postpone his return to the mountains for that long.
"Yer highness," Dolfuur says to Osbourne when it's the right time to speak. "I'm glad te hear that the prisoner was a good boon. I trust ye've spared his life, fer his part in the war is done."
"Now, methinks ye can win a good victory er two in the next few days, but te win the war ye'll be needin' aid, unless ye can grow armies out of the fields. Me duty te return back to the Clanholds weighs heavy, yet three days is a delay I'm willing te take te see this through," the Dwarf rumbles. Dolfuur scratches his beard.
"Trent and I'd be happy to go and find t'others so as te bring back word from Lodgren, 'yea' er 'nay'. Hopefully there's been contact by now, fer us leaving them was to make sure they'd succeed with the highest chances. Now, te get them out o' the place may take some muscle. After that if I can help in the battles, I will. Once the day has been won, though, I'm afraid I must return te the mountains."
"So, are ye ready te head back there, Trent?" Dolfuur asks the Gnome.
