Arnack stood by his pony watching as everyone arrived, he did not say anything merely watched as the man who had helped bird-lady drew his blade on the orc. Arnack like most did not like Orcs but this one had yet to do anything suspicious so he let him be. Besides the man seemed to have it handle that was until Sam made his dramatic entrance and slapped him, to little affect it seemed. When the horse came by Arnack was not sure whether to laugh or lend a hand. 

Finally he noticed the old man finally move and then the rest was a blur, he remembered the gods and their speech and the evil presence then all hell broke loose. He slammed into the ground jarring his spine then a great weight fell atop him. It was warm and soft but so heavy he could not move his legs at all. It took him a few moments to realize what it was, his trusty pony had followed him into the air and landed on top of him. 

The smell of rotting dragon and evil was heavy in the air, which did not matter to the dwarf right then. He cried out in pain trying to break free, but the unconscious animal was dead weight. He struggled for a while until exhausted gave up and yelled out “Will someone get this damned pony off me!” He hoped help would come soon he was beginning to lose feeling in his legs. He heard a squawk above his head and looked up at the fiery visage of Sir Birdsley pecking at his hair. “Not you, shoo Sir Birdsley!” The bird squawked again and took flight flying away.