Chris was in the middle of grabbing a chair as the heard the dwarf jump over the bar. Looking in his direction, he heard the dwarfs calm speech, and laughed to himself. What an interesting fellow. And here he is, completely calm, after an experience the rocked his little priest world, I'm sure. As he dragged the chair to rest between the piles of weapons, Chris called out to the dwarf. "Well, my bold friend, I'm glad to see your alright. I had thought you would be, but didn't see you during the clean up. Would you mind bringing over a mug of ale for me? I'm afraid I need to still keep an eye on these two until I'm sure their hostility has passed. Though, in their present state, I would hope they don't try to fight any more." Looking over at the assassin and hunter, still resting on the floor. "Perhaps they might enjoy something to drink as well. They have certainly put themselves through quite a spin."