Appearing to incorrectly surmise the man's stare, Desmond nods his head and says, "Yeah, I know. He's stinky and grumpy and not much to look at, but he has his moments. Honestly, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here today."
He chuckles and gets ready to dodge a punch, "His name is Dorgan, by the way. And dwarfs aren't so bad once you get to know them. I'm Desmond. And this noggin here is Mondes. He's surly, too, but I've grown attached to him. The quiet one there is Dhren and the girl is Ashtad."
"You're in luck, both in making it out of Ket and in bumping into us! We know of the abbey and, in fact, are headed that way. I dare say we do our fair share of fleeing, but we occasionally try our luck at fighting. Anyone who isn't a snark or a bridge-guarding ogre is welcome to join us. And there's more of us at the Abbey and... well... somewhere else, I imagine, but that's a bit complicated..." he trails off, not really sure how to continue.
Sorry, Sully.

The shot was there, so I had to take it.