The cardboard cutout surprises me at first, but I brush it out of my mind as I have seen weirder things. The dwarf reminds me of the captain of my Royal Guard back on my homeworld, except he wielded a warhammer and a shield. Nostalgia aside, I have some knowledge of dwarven combat tactics I could share with him if he proves to be as inexperienced as his gear suggests. Upon finding the gnomish machine, I examine the area for any signs of danger first. Once we are certain the area is secure, I inquire if anyone in our group can examine it and determine its use. I stand guard and keep watch over the area in case the ogres appear, ready to unsheathe my greatsword at a moments notice.
