The dwarf's steady march soon had him standing the middle of the burned village, he made no effort to hide his approach or keep himself silent. He would wait in the center of town for several long moments, his helmed head kept on a swivel. The head of the hammer was allowed to briefly rest against the ground as his right hand rose to bang three times on his left shoulder, ringing the war bell so to speak.<br/><br/>When it became obvious that there were no lingering orcs, he would proceed to wander about the town, giving a casual glance inside each building he passed in search for survivors. Hoping to find any orcs that may be hiding so that his hammer may bring the justice that they deserve for the tragedy that they brought upon these innocent people's doorsteps.<br/><br/><strong>"Got what they deserved"</strong>Was said from behind Ada and Elise as his two new comrades examined the bodies of the fallen orcs and the map. Once it was time for them to leave the ruined village, he'd once again fall into a steady march beside the wagon. Once it began raining, he'd shrug his backpack from his shoulders and place it in the wagon's shelter. He made no objections to taking the long way around the forest, he agreed that despite the offered respite from the rain, it would be to risky to travel through the forest. Not to mention that he actually liked the rain, he always found the smell rather refreshing.<br/><br/>When they came upon the abandoned inn and attach stables he'd offer a rare comment.<strong>"This looks like a good place ta spend tha night"</strong><br/><br/>