"What are ye saying', explosions?" Fran suddenly exclaimed, looking surprised as he stared at the accusing Night Elf.
"Nobody said anythin' about explosions!"

The dwarf reacted, his eyes jumping between Rithrynn and Liaena as a confused expression donned his face. 
He had heard no mention of explosions until the Night Elf had mentioned it, and so it had taken the dwarf with surprise as he stepped closer.

"Now, just to clarify; I know that no self respecting dwarf would ever renounce his beard given love for beer and explosives, but I gotta agree with miss Long Ears here." Fran stated as he motioned towards Rithrynn with his elbow, the dwarf shifting his gaze over to Liaena.

"If ye want a distraction, the Red Vanguard can make one for ye. That is, unless ye want multiple distractions."

Fran hinted rather suggestively with his heavy brow at the end of his sentence. Although he did share some of Rithrynn's concerns, he would not say no to a big explosion, provided that something that he liked wasn't the target of said explosion. The dwarf almost felt guilty to think that he could possibly be advocating against wanton use and display of big booms, and a part of his dwarven spirit urged him to to do something about it.

"I know some old houses and buildings that have been abandoned and are long due demolition anyway, something about 'protecting cultural heritage' or some wish-wash like that."