[Lloyd and his friends had left some time ago, and Dirk is drifting around preparing for new projects rather than actually starting any. It's a productive use of his time when his mind buzzed too much to focus.

[Kratos is upstairs, borrowing Lloyd's bed; the man had seemed ready to fall down at any moment, despite the stoic face he put on. Dirk had seen the edges of that wound slowly closing when he insisted on having a look at it, but it was too slow for any man to be standing up and walking around, as Kratos had apparently been doing for hours.

[Take care of him for me? Lloyd had whispered before he went out the door, so that's just what Dirk was going to do.

[He's sharpening some of his tools when there was a bang on the door and he turned; but before he can wonder whether it's Lloyd again, the door bursts open and man strides in. He's a half-elf -- he has to be, with that colour hair -- and he moves like a warrior, threatening and intent. Dirk reaches for his sledgehammer and puts himself between the stranger and the rest of the room.]

Who are yeh? I warn yeh, if you're here for what's left of them bastard Desians --