The dwarf chuckled and gave a small nod.
"Meditate, eh?" he said, smiling, "I suppose. Although, I've never been one for spiritual things myself. Me," he added, pointing at himself, "I'm here for the booty."
He turned to Pomona at the mention of his fighting abilities. True enough, he had been through quite a few scrapes in his time. His dented shield and nicked blade could tell you as much in a single glance.
"Aye, I can fight. But if you expect me to stand in front of you when the dead come calling, you'd better also expect me to take the bigger share. Greater risk equals greater reward, no?"
If you're good at something, a wise man once told him, never do it for free.