'Argh! Why so difficult? I should have suspected from a dwarf, stubborn as a mule,' Faelis thought, and he was half-temped to just let the dwarf leave, to preserve his own pride, but he sighed and sauntered after the dwarf towards the door, falling in step beside him, though, admittedly, the elfs strides were far longer than the dwarfs. He did want an adventure, what did he care about danger? Heck, he lived it.
"Okay, you want a hand shake, here you go," he stepped in front of the dwarf, blocking his path, and held out a hand.