“Threats? No. Things in need of a cleansing.” The dwarf added nothing more as he pulled out a small pen knife and a vile of some powder from the satchel.<br/><br/>The dwarf almost choked on his own tongue as he heard the woman speak, “A chat, you say?  Now that is a new one.”   The dwarf began to chuckle, “If Erebus is one thing, it’s not a chatter. You must’ve cast some sort of spell on him.” The dwarf gave the woman an insinuating glare before busting out into heavy laughter.