"Urg! By th' mother..." The surly dwarf looks down at himself in shock and up at Gilian with admiration. A heavy hand clasps down on her shoulder for a moment and he nods. "Right. Let's see if we c'n save th' moron."
Starting slow for a couple of steps, then picking up momentum like a rolling boulder, Sorok moves to catch up and interpose himself between the Dorn and the lizard creatures.