Denrig had already turned his pony around and was moving as far away from the campsite as was dwarvenly possible. He would find no help there and from all of the things he had seen, would want no help from any of those homicidaly insane human..... centaur.... things. They were fucking insane on so many levels that he fully understood within mere moments of his first glimpse of human social interaction, why his people had voluntarily shut themselves out from the surface world for two hundred years. He had to admit, he never quite believed the stories that the graybeards told of the humans. They couldn't be that bad could they? And old dwarves loved to brag about how much more difficult life was back in the days of their youth. 

But this was an eye opening experience and a first hand glimpse of their natural aggression and unpredictable nature. But he had just watched a lone girl be surrounded by the strangest group of people. And though his first instinct was to charge in, axe held high ready to jump to her defence in case these strangers meant to ambush that poor girl. He became utterly and thoroughly confused by the ensuing cast of characters that he previously thought only could exist in the fantasy realms of novels and tragedy plays. Or the minds of man men.

He didn't even know what they were talking about. He tried to listen at first but his command of the common tongue wasn't the most refined skill in his arsenal. And once knives were drawn and spears pointed it all descended past the point of reasonable conversation by Dwarven standards. Then there was a rabbit which seemed to become a heated focal point of conversation for some god's forsaken reason. These surface dwellers were truly devoid of the wisdom and guidance of the gods, at least not in the way the dwarves were blessed with such things. 

But really. It was the sudden transformation of the demon spawn that was the final nail in the coffin. The true spark of understanding that told him to turn the fuck around and find less insane humans. Any other humans, and hope that what he just witnessed was going to be the exception and not the rule for surface mannerisms and social behaviour. 

“Time t'go girl.” Best not to say that too loudly. Maybe he would be able to get away before anyone noticed he wasn't getting any closer to the campsite and was in fact dissappearing further into the darkness. Because suddenly the overwhelming gloom and solitary travel promised by this depressing forest seemed pretty dam inviting by comparison. 

He was almost in the clear and on his way, away from these people when suddenly he felt his feet thump lightly into the ground. He had no pony, or reins or saddlebags of any kind. Any he wasn't farther away from these people. He was not beside them. His first thought was.... well he didn't know what to think. This was certainly a new experience that he couldn't compare with anything. 

If this was the gods-realm than where were the Great bronze gates? Where were the guardians of the hall challenging him to prove his worth and state his accomplishments to be permitted to join the feasting and companionship beyond? There were not gates to guardians no mountains, hell there were no floors either. Which, when he finally took notice of made his eyes go wide and and his head spin around. What was he standing on? Dwarves were creatures of the earth. And being separated from the stone and soil did not feel right.

And then there was this royal tart. Or at least she was acting like one. He didn't know who she was or why she was talking down to him like a child as if he had some part to play in the clusterfuck display that was the campfire conversation. But his pride would not permit that kind of a slander without challenge. 

“Now hold on just a minute!” his accent was rough and his stance was immediately set to one of dignified defiance. Strong arms folded over a muscled chest. It didn't take a scholar to figure out that this lady was responsible for.... whatever this was. It was only because of the obvious display of power she made plopping them all down in this white expanse, that he wasn't already threatening her with his axe. 

“Na' I din-nae know who ye think y' are! But it is gonna take more than some display like this before y' haf any right ta give orders to me. Unless ye be a Thane, a Clan-lord, or tha great King Moradin himself. Ye have no claim on m' honour or duties. 

He was a dwarf of honour and whoever this woman thought she was, sorceress or no. Held no authority over him or rights to his respect or obedience without proving to him otherwise. His clan sent him out on a specific task and he was going to finish that task. With or without being thrown into visions of destruction. Her self stated position as messenger of the old gods meant even less to him. Maybe to these others her name held significance. But she was not his god (he still had no proof she was A god). If the great Soul forger Moradin wanted him to go on a quest with these lunatics. Than his ancestors would surely find a way to let him know that this woman's request (and that is all it was to him right now) was worth listening to. 

His arms were still folded and his face still wore a scowl of disdain buried underneath his beard when the forest suddenly materialized around him once again. Worst of all he was now in front of the campfire, surrounded by the people he was trying to get away from five minutes ago. He looked around slowly at each one of them, seeing if any of them would start making moves for their weapons again, or go on about that damned fucking rabbit some more. When they didn't he let himself ease his stance a little. Well Maybe ease wasn't the right word. He didn't relax his posture any, or the scowl on his face. But he also didn't make any moves for his axe or shift himself into any more of a guarded posture. But he really, really wanted to keep moving away from these people. 

Mostly he just wanted to find a quite spot, pull out his pipe and spend the next few hours processing [b]WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED.[/b] He suspected that would take some time for his mind to sort out. But as long as there were eyes on him. His face betrayed nothing about the thoughts and confusion in his skull. he had no explanations for what happened and no way to adequately explain it. Even one of his elders were to demand his report on the events of the last few minutes on pain of dishonour. He was not sure he would be able to put the experience into coherent words. 

"Well then......." Was all he had to say for the first few minutes immediately proceeding their return to the material world. "Aye.... I think.....  I will be on m'way." At least his pony didn't wander too far off. He could still see it's shadow at the edge of the firelight. He loosened his arms from his chest and took slow, careful steps in it's direction.