Naomi gave little heed to the Dwarf’s comment.  She had known only one Dwarf during her time on the borders.  She found him to be noble of words, proud of skill, vicious in battle, loyal to their cause and generous … well, as generous as a Dwarf can get.  She had learned one important lesson from him, Dwagar was his name as she recalled.  She learned never to engage a Dwarf in a game of chance, be it cards or dice, for they gambled excessively and were very poor losers.<br/><br/>Judging from this Dwarf’s posture and general attitude he had recently lost something of value.  Either that or he just had a strong dislike for anything and everyone who was not Dwarven.  He was built like an anvil and apparently had the same intellectual prowess as one.  Regardless, his comment did not bother her in the slightest and if it came to their drawing weapons in defense of the Bard, well Naomi was sure he would prove himself worthy.  She made a mental note, that should the time come for battle, to stay clear of this Dwarf’s field of vision for he seemed a bit reckless and far too much in love with his axe.<br/><br/>She gave him a crooked smile that bordered on a smirk and straightened up in the saddle. Clucking softly she moved Cassandra a few meters away and scanned the surrounding area.  The road was clear to the city gates.  If they were going to leave; now was the time.<br/>