The lump in the corner of the room moves and shifts as Erol slowly awakens and rolls over. The dwarf sits up stiffly, one hand resting on the wall and the other groping around the floor for purchase. When he finds the pack lying next to him he pulls it close, but leaves examination of it for a later time. As his eyes clear he panics for a moment and feels at his wrists, visibly relaxing when he sees that the metal bracers he wears are still in place.
With that finished he looks around at his new companions. "I am Erol Deepdelver," he says as means of introduction. "Who are all of you?" He eyes those around him warily, but none of them seem to be of a decidedly bad sort.