Return to the Caravan

With some hesitation he agreed. He flew her down within walking distance of the caravan, he did not want to start another engagement so he gave her an hour to complete her business with her people. Nearly an hour passes before he sees her walk back with a sack over her shoulder and a stout short figure along side her. A dwarf from what it looks to be Grok could make out. Grok watches him stand there as she makes her way back. She hesitantly approaches him and looks back at the dwarf. She sighs exasperatedly "So I told them my situation and most of them accepted the circumstances, all but one." she looks back at the dwarf standing a hundred yards off. " He wants to speak with you face to face."

Grok and Lula walk towards the stern faced dwarf, though probably 1/3 the height of Grok he doesn't even flinch as he approaches. "Well isn't this a surprise a monster with a heart." he gruffly remarks. Grok looks at the dwarf his beard more grey than black, he looks to be unarmed except for a small knife in his boot. Lula hesitantly speaks up " This is Dwayne..." and "This is Grok" glaring at the dwarf. "Aye the creature that attacked last night and injured several of our company." Grok growls " You struck first. " pointing out his scarred wounds, "I was just taking a look." Dwayne scoffs "Sneaking around in the dark out in the Wilds is liable to get someone like you shot. " Grok huffs "Well then next time I'll ask for an invitation" Dwayne chuckles a bit. "You probably will still be shot at, lizard." the goblinoid dragon sees the crack on the dwarf and jabs "Well gray beard what do you want, I claimed Lula as a fair prize from combat." the dwarf frowns " A stupid tradition dating back to stupid times." a moment of silence passes as he stares at him, "Listen lizard, I want to know one thing, can you keep your word not to abandon her like those so called friends back there." Grok gazed at the old dwarfs eyes "She is mine, I ain't going to let her go less I am dead." Lula blushes, Dwayne steps forward "Fine lizard, in one year I will meet you hear and you better bring back my daughter." stunned a bit he looks at Lula and the dwarf, he sighs "Daughter?"

The dwarf stands on the hill as they fly off, Lula just flustered and embarrassed. When they finally reach Ryena who already has the camp packed up and is ready to continue their journey. Grok just pats Lula on the head "Well I hope you do not run off I don't want an angry dwarf hunting me down." she hugs him and speaks "I will explain it all later" looking at Ryena.