"Is verra kind a ye." Sour Belly re-iterated, "No much meat in the city un'er the stone. Dwarves don' mak gud hunters."<br/><br/>He took a spoon full and poked it past the beard and made appreciative noises, "Ver gud. Ya cud teach a thing or three to yon cooks doon un'er." A few more spoonfuls went the way of the first, little bits winding up in the beard rather than the mouth before he spoke again, "Peepol sayin' the greenies cumin', rollin' toward yer village lik' a slow green wave. I seen eet. It sadens me te say eet but ya doont wanna be 'ere when they show oop. It'll like as noo be a year a' more but, forewarned is armoured and armed an' tha'."<br/>