"If the perils of a mere mortal swamp would make them abandon this quest, then would they not flee at the first sight of whatever stalks the halls of Dimmlundar? Would you even want such a person at your side when facing the forces of darkness? Best to know the mettle of your comrades sooner than late, I say" Valya countered.
Korvarl looked faintly surprised at the rebuttal, before he offered a noncommittal shrug. “Still, logist’cs. Can’t jus’ wander around a swamp an expect t’have enough supplies fer a ‘dungeon crawl’.”
"Oh? For all you know, I could be an albino svartalfar" she said lightly, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth for a moment.
He chuckled, sizing her up half-jokingly. “Eh, too pretty.” Korvarl chortled, turning his attention back to the contract.
"Let me know if there's anything interesting in there, would you?" she asked Korvarl.
The dwarf shrugged, gesturing to an especially long and complex word that had at least six syllables in it. “Depends on what y’find interestin’, lass.” He said with a perfectly straight face… before a chuckle snuck out and a grin pulled at his mouth. “It’s all gibber’sh, even to a learned dwarf like m’self, bu’ it’s nothin’ you wouldn’t expect. Seems safe enough t’sign…” He joked, taking the pen and carefully adding his name in bold, runic print.
As he signed, he heard someone say their name in his and the elf’s general direction and mention ‘the both of you’. Rather than give whichever human it was a proper greeting, Silvershield offered an almost flippant wave over his shoulder.
If this human just threw names out all over the place, Korvarl preferred not to give him more ammunition.