| The major tracked the dwarf with her ears. When she was sure of his placement, the naga unclipped a grenade from the belt of the explosives and tossed it to Skaeth, who was in position not too far away. The stump itched furiously as Morinth waited for the ghost to act, and her good (remaining) hand toyed with the dagger. Intentionally wounding a dwarf without the intention to kill it was generally regarded as an immensely stupid move, but the little group needed something that they couldn't get from a dead dwarf: answers.
The major saw Manor slink back to the kid, lending a calming hand, and the tension in her chest loosened just a little. She gave herself a mental note to show gratitude to the mage when this scuffle was over. For now, though, she needed to focus on the dwarf, and the explosion that shouldn't be too far away.
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