The dwarf seems quite flustered; clearly, he's used to having people listen to him, and he shows little of the patience dwarves are known for. Most of the stubbornness, unfortunately, though. "Very well!" he snaps, stomping his foot. "I will relay your message," he says, muttering something unkind into his beard, as he whisks himself away.<br/><br/>Draiss arrives outside the entrance to the dwarven fortress of Boatmurdered (http://lparchive.org/Dwarf-Fortress-Boatmurdered/Update%201-2/), a fairly grand-looking carved entrance, in the side of a mountain, surrounded by lush greenery, a fairly tropical environment, actually. A pair of dwarves stand sentry at the gates, crossbows in hand and loaded, looking more nervous than usual for mountain dwarves above ground. Which is saying something. No sign of Moridin, yet, though.