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Before the group encountered the mysterious band of people, Dormin felt much better, not so much physically, as the symptoms of the illness had fortunately not had time to manifest, but mentally.
"Thank you for your help, friends," the old dwarf thanked the other members of the group. "You didn't abandon an old man in trouble. As for the dark lands, we'll manage somehow!" he added with a note of optimism.
When the group stumbled upon the strangers, he prepared for battle, just in case, waiting for a plan of action from the others. He wasn't strong in diplomacy or strategy, but he was ready to distract a couple of enemies if a battle broke out.