The dwarf, disheveled, dirty and his voice rusty from long isolation and neglection of spoken word kept at ready, suspicious of some deception or trick.<br/>"Ye a demon? Or wild folk, cannibal?" he speculated, unsure of the nature of his visitor. As Jalna tried to calm him or negotiate he held steady. "Drop the sword, and step closer. If ye are not here to attack ye don't need it." His eyes ran across her, starting to realize she was not in the best shape, also noting something else. "Where's the steel from? Did ye kill for it, steal it from a tomb perhaps? If ye can tell me who forged it and where I'll believe ye not a bandit!"<br/><br/>It appeared the dwarf had a keen eye for weaponry, in fact the axe he was still holding gleamed in the light of the campfire, and in the illumination Jalna could tell it was of a mighty fine make. As the barbarian girl stepped further in and confronted the dwarven explorer or hermit, whatever he was, and words were exchanged, she'd notice more equipment, sacks, a bedroll and traveling gear further past the fire, as well as an uncovered crevice in the rock floor in the back of the cave, with some junk and makeshift camouflage close by, possibly meant to cover up the passage if the dweller had the time to do so.<br/><br/>"Go on, if ye don't want to test yer steel, lower it. And speak yer name, swear on the sunmaiden ye speak true, so I know yer not a temptress fiend that gorges on men's souls with 'er cunt!"