Cormac crouched down beside Falina, holding his hands out towards the fire and mulling over her words. Dwarves from the Deep Roads, who killed darkspawn. Some kind of dwarven Grey Warden? He wasn't sure if that was the right association to make, but he had little else to compare these strange fighters to.
He turned and let his eyes drift lazily over the two fighters left after the female had dismissed the rest of the group. She was clearly the leader, and respected by her men. One stayed behind with her to hover near Signy and the young dwarf, a ranger by the looks of him. He had a bow slung casually over his shoulder and he was throwing curious glances at Shartan, who was lying by Cormac's side peacefully now.
Cormac kept his gaze steadily on the ranger. He hadn't really met many dwarves other than Po and merchants, and these fighters seemed worlds different than the dwarves he and Imenry had been hired by. But this ranger and his leader seemed decent people.
At least, Falina had seemed to respect them. That was good enough for him.
He settled in to watch the scene, content to trust Falina's judgement for now. It had become painfully obvious that he knew nothing about dwarven society.