He returned to the council chambers; the dwarven woman is there, along with a human male, dressed in leather armor, a rapier hanging from his waist, sporting a full beard, and a roguish look. As he enters the room, the two of them cut off their argument with raised voices, the dwarf with a scowl on her face that matches the human's, though his melts away into a smile, as he spots the newcomer. "And you must be the brave fellow Dolga was telling me about. I'm afraid she didn't mention your name, though?"