"That answers if youre literate. Smart, that is still up for debate. What are you doing wandering alone in a place like this? A death wish perhaps?" she is obviously ignoring the question of her wellbeing
Ceirn calls out to the others.
She rolls her eyes and points to the new guy,
"Not talking to you, talking to him" she shakes her head
"Plebeians, all of you"
Olga had begun setting up for a small fire and some coffee. She figured to have them drink some and relax while letting their hearing return.
At the new arrival, she eyes him up and down.
When Astrilith begins to converse, and the others are ready to strike if anything goes bad, she continues. She lights the fire under the percolator and puts in the coffee and water. Not to be unprepared, she slides out a couple of throwing stars just in case.
The newcomer shakes his head, smirking at the unhealthy-looking woman's comment. "I come down here all the time. I live in Skullport. Coming into the Undermountain is how I make a living."
He gestures at Ceirn. "Is he alright? Did you all get caught in that explosion?"
Vondal puts down Gloryhewner, still holding it though. The godling tries to read the lips of the conversations as best he can.
"Some were, I wasn't. They tend to be slow sometimes and can't dodge a ball of fire and debris" she shrugs "I'm sure they'll start getting their hearing back soon enough"
"Was it a trap? You have to watch out for floor plates or wires down here. Is your scout okay?" He sounds genuinely concerned about whaever poor trapspringer might have just gotten caught in that explosion.
Kern hasn't returned to the "main room" as of yet, he's searching those corpses still to see if there's anything useful to be acquired from them.
"Not a trap, just excessive amount of force to a somewhat volatile barrier. Too much heat, made the entire thing explode, plus i believe something had a reserve of exploding rocks behind it, so that didnt help either" she waves at the rest
Mat frowns. "That sounds... complicated." He pauses for a moment before adding, curiously "Can I take a look at it?"
Olga starts a small localize fire. With a stone there to absorb the heat. Atop a tripod [she pulled out of her pouch] and a hook to hang her coffee pot.
Ye-ah! Ye-ah!" the gore-covered dwarf sounded. "I think..I think my hearing? Yes. I think my hearing is returning..the whine is going..going.."
"Hello? ..Hello? Ow. My ears still hurt but I think I can hear you all now." The dwarf breathed.
"My name is Vondal Goldbeard Vergadainkral. Dwarven warrior of Legend. I normally look much better than this,
but I had a wall and an ogre explode on me. Who are you?" Vondal asked the newcomer.
Mat nods at Vondal. "Mat. I'm an antiquities collector." Which was a nice euphemism for relic hunter. "I've had my share of walls fall on me, believe me," he says, chuckling.
Vonda stands up to shake Mat's hand. But then looks at the bloody state of it. The dwarf tries to wipe his hand off, but his armor is just as gorey.
"Say, Mat? I don't suppose you are a spellcaster with access to prestidigitation, are ya?"