“Bah!” Emmyr said to Rana dismissively. “Best way t’ foil an ambushis t’ spring it -- an’ kill ever’one wot tries t’ kill yeh.”
But Lady Rebekah didn’t seem too keen on that idea, wo Emmyr grew quiet again, picking up her plate of beans to eat himself. No sense letting the food go to waste.
"Oh, come on, auntie, we already warned them, you showed them your dream and we will surprise the surprisers tomorrow. We need to get to know each other. I'd rather fight a dwarf with my bare hands than this treacherous witch," Zandword said.
“Is tha’ a challenge, laddie?” Emmyr asked, bestirring himself once more.
The dwarf glanced over to Javin as he spoke. “Aye, I’ve guarded a caravan or two in me time. Robbed a few, too.” He gave a shrug of his chainmailed shoulders. “If we want t’ risk it, we cuild run an outrider, keep an eye oot ahead o’ us f’r trouble. We know wot’s comin’, sae ‘twill be ‘arder f’r them t’ get surprise on us.”