Grummush was glad that Dottie was once again helping them out by lending her noteworthy spellweaving on weapons. It would help their archer friend since arrows just tended to annoy bones. But that look the elf kept giving him...he recognized it for what it was, hatred pure and simple. He had always gotten looks like that from people and usually it didn't bother him, unless he was drunk of course. It made him want to just pin her against the stone wall and show her just how much he would dominate her. But that thought also gave him pause. Why did this elf hate him so? When she had been so willing judging by the sounds of the moans he had heard at camp to mate with the female orcress? Maybe it was men in general? But then again she had no problem with the old man...she was vexing him...and he did not like that. He would just have to take her at some point, but not yet.<br/><br/>Dottie broke him out of his reverie and he had to grin broadly at her affectionate turn of phrase. "Lovely green manmeat...I like the sound of that." He leaned forward and spoke low enough for just the two of them to hear. "And I will gladly show your lovely dwarven butt just how much I love the sway of your hips in battle." He chuckled low and pulled back a bit, but not too far for him to slip a hand to her rear and give it a firm squeeze in the darkness. "And now as for the choice of corridors....hm. Well with a hallways as rough as this I have doubts its a door....so I would say a trap of some sort...I would have to get closer to inspect it but honestly....traps aren't my strong suit. I'm better at smashing then picking." He looked back at the elven woman. Much as he knew it would pain her he would talk with her. Not that he cared whether she didn't like it or not. "You wouldn't happen to have any expertise with that would you?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>