The blood on Ciri's clothes looked very much like darkspawn's, at least to Durin. He would never be able to forget what darkspawn blood was like - black, sticky and like a blasted evil ichor. He had been in many situations where his own armour had been covered with it. "There is plenty in the Wilds that'll want tae chase ye but aye, cuttin' ye throat sounds like darkspawn," said Durin, thinking of all the things in the Wilds that could technically kill them. It was a blasted mountain-sized pile of things. "Blasted ugly, covered in black blood, lots of teeth?"
Durin wasn't above accepting help either, so he simply grinned. "Well, if ye are offerin', then I'm certain we can find somethin' for ye tae do. Alistair's managed tae get quite a few people into this expedition of his, so we're always in need of food tae feed them all. And the mutt and I got a habit of gettin' distracted by darkspawn." Durin grinned again. He couldn't help the fact that he enjoyed killing darkspawn so damn much. "Aye, ye are more than welcome. We'll get ye set up with a bedroll and see if we ain't able tae find a spare tent. Sound all right?"