Durin and Kayleth stood still, watching the events of the meeting pass. People getting angry, making lots of speeches, physically assaulting and insulting one another before disbanding. Throughout this, their expressions remained more or less the same. For Durin, it was stern irascibility and Kayleth maintained a cool, but vaguely interested expression. Durin dropped the bag he was holding onto and sat down against the wall of the hotel. Everyone should have arrived ready to leave in the first place. Now he had to wait around for half an hour with only the elf for company. 

Kayleth stood beside Durin, graceful as ever.

"So what do you think?" she asked, looking down at the sitting dwarf.

"Can't trust the lot of 'em. Can't control their own tongues or tempers. Going to get the lot of us killed. An' I'm pretty sure most of them be magic users." During replied as he crossed his arms.

"So you're still planning to go with them." Kayleth sighed, and pulled her dagger from her hip, looking over it in the daylight. "A lack of control and a constant urge to act is something that all the younger races possess. Perhaps if they manage to survive they will learn to outgrow such self-destructive tendencies."

Durin harumphed in reply.