Tae'loren was quite familiar with dwarves. While he didn't oppose working with them, their constant suspicious nature was frustrating. It was justified, however, considering how many times they had been driven to near-extinction, though even that was justified, being that they loved to drink and wage war, rarely mutually exclusive events. "Greetings. According to this writ, you should have been expecting us. Either you're feigning ignorance of our purpose here, or you're disobeying an order. Neither concerns us; we are going to walk through those gates and meet with the gnome mage and proceed with our rescue operation. Now, excuse us." With that he motioned for Elariel as they both walked, side by side, into the stronghold. The hunter knew the dwarves, and the dwarves knew the hunter, somewhat. Regardless, he had no patience for these asinine questions.<br/><br/>Once beyond the dwarves' hearing, he leaned in and whispered to Elariel, "I don't think I've ever told-off a dwarf that didn't come to physical blows." He wasn't proud of what he'd said, but it elicited mischief in the hunter, which would serve as excellent preparation for the coming rescue. Soon they were at the small keep of the stronghold, Tae'loren opening the door for his lover. He caught a glimpse of how nicely her robes outlined her rump, and vowed that he would survive this just to get at her again. Inside, two dwarves greeted the couple warmly, acknowledging the writ and escorting them to Jelith. Once inside Tae'loren decided to listen, for the most part, as Elariel and Jelith's team discussed final strategies.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>