The dwarf moved back to Pieter and took his flask back and he put the top back on it and he looked to Syrada. "Well one the reason why I am here is because this king of yours has damaged our trade between us and this land and there are things we dwarves need to survive, We have weapons and water but what we dwarves like most is red meat and all kinds of meat. That is our trade to the people.... but the caravans have stopped reaching my halls and all we can make now are weapons and our mead is running dry.... "He then looked to Pieter and smirked this man did not have the tools with him to fight and they were all lacking in good equipment for a war. He smiled and stood there and looked to Syrada. "Speaking of weapons, and the such... how would you like to get properly suited for this fight by my kin... trust me after you get your hands on a dwarven mithril axe or sword or even dwarven armor... ye will not touch the crap you now weild ever again.... plus my kin can prepare an assault as well upon this enemy and give this bastard something to draw attention on while we move beyond the shadows and hurt him good we can... so what say you elf?.... how about we make a little detour and see the great dwarven king and give him the know about and ask for aid... Dane is a very good listener and the sounds of war.... well lets say you might as well kill a moose and flop the meat before him..." He said and crossed his arms. This can be a hard fight or it can be and easy one with the help of a dwarven clan.