"HAH!" Dalgun shouted mockingly as he brought Durin down upon the skull of a foe, the creatures skull shattering. Bone fragments and brain matter shot out in all directions. Immediately he pivoted on his heel, spinning to face the next creature. It dove at him with both clawed hands, one aimed for his throat. A swipe of his axe severed that hand and saved his life. The Dwarfs shoulder was not so lucky. The claws bit into the exposed joint of his armor at the shoulder. Dalgun winced and groaned in response. One hand severed and the other stuck fast in his shoulder plate, the beast screamed at him and attempted to bite at his face. To which Dalgun roared and reared his head back... and snapped it forward.

The forehead of his helmet met the creatures face and shattered much of its teeth and jaw. Dazed, the thing fell to its knees and was finished when Moradin split it's head in two. With another grunt Dalgun wrenched the claw free of his shoulder. Warm, crimson blood flowed from the wound. It was superficial and would not impair his fighting he surmised as he flexed his arm. He spat on the ground. "Come on, that all ye got?" 

[i]"From Mountains tall and Caverns deep, the seeds you sew I'll see to it you reap!!."[/i]
"Bwahahaha!" 

He sang cheerfully as he sidestepped another swipe and countered with Moradin, gutting the beast and as it doubled over scrabbling for its insides Durin smashed into its spine. Bone crunched and the creature lay very still. Weapons at the ready, Dalgun sought his next enemy but none presented themselves. "Hohum..." with a stubby finger he pointed to each of the creatures corpses. "One... two... three... four... five... BAH! Thats all of em!" The Dwarf cursed, spat, and kicked the closest body. He looked down at himself. Covered in blood, dirt, and the black ooze of the creatures. "Bwahahaha! Need'o bath, after that one!" With a grunt of satisfaction he turned on his heel for the city wall, whistling as he went.  

The trek to the wall and then to the gate was uneventful despite the darkening sky. There were guards posted on squat towers to each side of the gate and he called to them. "Oy! There were a group'o travelers. Four I think. They make it in?"

"Indeed! You're the Dwarf they spoke of i take it?" The man, with a noticeable hint of skepticism eyed Dalgun warily. The Dwarfs armor was splattered with gore and his weapons were still in hand. The smell permeating from him was far reaching and the guard twisted his face at the scent of the battle remains. 

"Aye!, Dalgun Battlehammer at yer service! Now eh... If ye'd be kind enough t'let me in. I'm in need'o good washing! bahaha! got any pretty lasses up't the task?" The guard laughed.

"I think not, Master Battlehammer. But I'm sure you could bathe yourself at the tavern. Well.. perhaps not a bath but at least a good wipe down. Open the gate!" he shouted to someone behind the wall. The gate creaked open enough for a person to come through. [i]Smart.[/i] He thought. 

"Bah, well enough then I s'ppose!" the Dwarf joked as he holstered his weapons to his belt and walked through the gate which closed fast behind him. The guard within informed him of a tavern to which the group of four ventured to to recover. Dalgun brightened up at that. "A tavern eh?" he spoke out loud to no one in particular as he made his way. "Better 'ave some ale. Me own stores'r runnin low." he stated as he pulled his ale horn  around and pulled the stopper out, downing the last of its contents in one swig. "Bwahaha! 'an now it's all gone!" He put the stopper back and let it fall on its strap to hang beside him. 

The town around him appeared far from the sanctuary and paradise that he'd heard about. None the less there was a wall and no beasts inside. Good a place as any. His thoughts drifted to Kord'An and Dalgun wondered how the palace was faring. Good he hoped and until proven otherwise that's what he would believe. Before he knew it he'd reached the 'tavern' 

Dalgun threw open the door and entered, booted feet thumping on the floor and his armor clanking up a storm as he made straight for the bar. The people here were more than likely accustomed to sights such as he. Dirty, bloody, weary, and itching for a brew. "Barkeep! Ale, got any? This Dwarf is in need'o drink!" he declared, removing his helm and placing it on the bar before him. Dalgun cracked his neck and glanced side long at a table, the party of four waving at him in thanks. The Dwarf waved back in response. There was no need to converse about how he'd helped them. Seeing them alive and well was good enough.