Ranga half raised an eyebrow when Lydianna shoved her gear into his arms and even saying please. He was slightly taken aback and merely shrugged it off like he would have done it anyway. " I don't mean to cancel your bravado. But wouldn't we...nevermind...." He cut himself off and stood with his sword already slung over his back and her bow and quiver tucked under his left shoulder. He stood silently behind her as she struggled to get the human girl in a comfortable yet practical position for carrying the better part of 6 to ten miles.
Before he could get another word in the wind picked up that could have come from the frozen plains, completely wiping out the fire. Then afterward he felt the fleeting tingle of magic. 'This girl is just a fountain full of surprises.' With a quick shake of his head he focused on the road in front of them, his eyes peering out into the darkness behind them where the sky was lit with an unnatural glow of torches and campfires.
Ragna returned the smirk with a simple smile. " I think we are lucky on that part. They raided Termina so they are tired and are now camping out. We actually may get a day to relax before they are up and moving. Demons tend to be notoriously lazy after successful raids. Some about spending what was earned. But I digress and completely agree with you. We should go now." He nodded in agreement before picking up one of the cloaks that were on the ground and wrapping around him.
He thought it best to remain in silence during the travel so that is exactly what he did, and lucky just as he estimated an hour or two before sunrise the torches up on the ramparts of the Dwarven fort could be seen. As well as the short halflings waddling around in their expertly crafted armor that glistened in the torchlight. Their weapons just as sharp as the day they came out of the forge. " I hate dwarves." He mumbled under his breath before announcing their presence. " HELLO! We are travellers who ran into some demons that assaulted Termina. They are on their way here as we speak. One of our part got injured." His voice echoed slightly as several eyes trained on him. A minute of silence. Two minutes. Ragna was starting to get worried that they planned on killing them. Luckily the fear got abated as the creaking of the massive ( to the dwarves anyway, still small to Ragnarok.) Wooden door swung out allowing access to the fort. On the inside several Dwarves waited with their weapons brandished. " Well come along then. If they don't like us they will just kill us and bury us." Ragna said cheerfully and stepped into the safe arms of the keep.