Gandalug nods to the Lord, "I don't think we'll have any problems Milord" he says, almost not wanting to talk and grumbling while he did.

It was still early, and he was a dwarf after all.

He nodded to Circe and then in turn to Jarel, "Alright then, If you could scout out ahead and we'll hold down the caravan propper I think that'll do just fine, lets get a move on!"

He was craving a drink already and he instantly felt a little annoyed that he had accepted this task, he was still getting used to the whole "Do good" thing, it will come in time, he told himself.