Lydia followed behind Ragna and heard the wooden gates of the dwarven fortress closing behind them. She wasn't worried, however, as she was friends with the dwarves and many of them knew of her, even if they didn't know her, due to the fact that she often gave them hand in protecting their borders from thieves and monsters. Shifting the girl a bit Lydia looked around to see if there were any dwarves she knew in the group that surrounded them. She spotted one at the end of the line.

"Ah! Blathir!" Lydia called, a genuine smile breaking out over her face. "How are you this eve of morning, my friend?"

Blathir the dwarf squinted in the light a bit, then exclaimed, "By the King's beard, if it isn't the good Lady Lydianna! Men, stand down. We have a friend amongst us!" The dwarves hesitated for a moment, their eyes and weapons now almost exclusively trained on Ragna.

"He's with me," Lydia said, causing the dwarves to finally relax.

Blathir, who was a dark haired dwarf with a merry face, standing about half her size, had two dwarves named Roric and Hurth take the unconscious girl to a medic. Then he waved to Lydia and Ragnarok, saying, "Come, come. We will get you some food and a bed. Tell me, my dear Lydianna, what brings your and your companion here at the wee hours of the morn?"

"A matter that I would speak to you of first in private," she retorted, her expression serious. "Oh, and Blathir, this is Ragnarok, or Ragna for short. Ragna, this is my friend Blathir." Simple pleasantries were exchanged between the two as they walked down the halls of the fortress until they came to a kitchen where they stopped for food, before continuing on to somewhere private. Then Lydia was able to divulge Blathir of the matter at hand: the possible state of Termina, Ragna's demonic family after them, her being mysteriously summoned by a demon, mentioning the group of demons they had come across in the woods and the girl they had saved from them.

At the end of it all Blathir sat back and let out a low whistle. He opened his mouth to say something, closed it, then opened it again. "Well, Lydia," he said, "that seems like quite some trouble you have there. And you say you don't know why you're being summoned?" Lydia shook her head. Leaning back in his chair Blathir stroked his beard and seemed to think for a time. Eventually he sat back up, his decision made. "We'll supply you with whatever you should need, Lydia. Pass where you need to. And if you're ever in any trouble that you can't handle, just call us and we will come to your aid. Earth knows what you've done for us over the years."

Lydia bowed her head, giving her friend a slight smile. "Thank you, Blathir. Now, if you don't mind I think it's time we slept a little." Blathir agreed but had to pause for a moment as he evaluated Ragna's size. There were no beds in the fortress fit for him--none really even fit for her. Ragna had had enough trouble just moving around the dwarven fortress. He would have to sleep in the great hall, Blathir declared, which was the only room that could really fit someone of his size. Lydia said she would sleep there as well and Blathir was wise enough not to dispute with her.

Soon the half-elf and half-demon found themselves bedded down in the fortresses' great hall. "Good night," Lydia said to Ragna, turning to face the wall and pulling the blanket over her head even as the sun was coming up.