The Dwarf nods to those who greet him, and grins at Rong's questions. "Aye, this baby does her part juuust fine. She might not get the range an Elf with a bow can manage, but she'll tear through armor like it was rice paper!"
He loops the carrying strap for the weapon on his shoulder and accepts the offered tankard, lifting it in toast. "Thankee kindly lad. If I had any complaints about the prospect of workin' to help the Ruby Prince, it's that Dwarves and sand dinnae mix much...I'll need many more drinks so I don't end up goin' dry out there!"
A stocky-built Dwarf walks in following the puff of smoke, an obviously well-used Arkenstar-made musket cradled across his chest. He narrows one of his eyes... then reaches down and snags a potato, taking a bite before speaking.
"Aye, well met there lads an' lasses. Jaycen Ruurken's the name, formerly of Arkenstar. Ol' Amenopheus really swayed me, talking 'bout how important it is to keep y'er relics where they belong."
He pats his firearm gently, like a newborn. "That's the sort of thing we do where I come from, so count me in!"