"Noo an' again aye. Not much will trouble i'self wi a Dwarf mind. Those tha' do tend to find they bit ooff a wee, a mite, more 'n be worth chewin'. Don' fash yersel' girlie. I will keep ya heid on ya shoulders." He seemed quite content to walk in silence, though maybe silence wasn't the word for a Dwarf walking. The armour was never, ever subtle. There was a large amount of clanking to it and a walking Dwarf was a good way to ensure a hunt wasn't going to go well.