He was waiting just inside the inn's front door, 10 feet infront of it just in-case the negotiations went poorly. From what he could hear however, they were going rather well, which was good news. Still though, he would not drop his guard until it was clear the new-comers were not a threat. His stance was one he was most comfortable with, it allowed him to be ready to swing at any upcoming target while remaining prepared to charge forward at a moment's notice. His longhammer was held at a backward angle, the head resting against the wooden floor of the tavern, ready to be swung against any enemy coming of the tavern's threshold.<br/><br/>He frowned as the shout of ambush reached his ears, it seemed these new-comers did indeed wish to cause trouble. Instantly he was charging forward, his sturdy dwarven legs carrying him through the tavern's open door. His hammer being parallel to the floor as he turned his torso a bit sideways while moving through the frame. He wasted no time in putting himself between the bandit's 'leader' and his two comrade, Ada and Tavah.<br/><br/><strong>"Surrender or face me hammer!"</strong>The stance he fell into was different than the one in the inn, his feet were firmly planted upon the ground, offering optimal leverage to swing his hammer at any approaching bandit.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Double Move</div></div>