Dagnabet shook his head and scowled for a second, "Nay, mounts nay do us any good where we be goin'. If'n a dwarf's own two feets nay good enough, tis a short trip fer all o' us." He would never admit it, but horses and dagnabet ... well didn't get along would be a vast understattement... and as for hogs, he liked them well enough, but they didn't move much faster than a good dwarven pace for anything but short distances. "Food an' ale would be good fer ye thou. If'n yer bringin' some holy water, I's promises nay drink it." (In this world, dwarven holy water is blessed meed or dwarven spirits. ;) Although good dark ale will do in a pinch ;) ). ;) )