Dagnabet felt his eyebrows come down, but decided that furthering the confrontation wouldn't serve any useful purpose. Not that he was opposed to confrontations if they did serve a purpose, but this one didn't. He needed the dwarves to get the job done, and like it or not, an arogant dwarf was far from the worst that he could see happening. "I hopes ye satisfied with that thin'." he said as he picked up the document and rolled it up before slipping it nto his pouch. I's nay happy about how yerself joined us, but tis yer right I 'pose."<br/><br/>He finished off his mug and motioned for another round to be brought out to the assembled dwarves. "Ta me way o' thinkin', tis best ta learn how each o' us works in a fight. I's hears there be a group o' ogres causin' mischief in the upper passes." He looked from face to face, "Thems naythin' but a pest, buttis a good test o' yer fightin'. I gives yerselves some time ta set yerselves ta rights an' we go afore them ogres tanight if'n none of ye have objections... anythin' ta ask or say?"<br/><br/>He pulled out a handful of coins and paid for the drnks so far consumed as well as another round if any of them chose to take it. "If'n ye need anythin', tis the time ta talk."