"Don't touch that! It's highly explosive!" a young dwarf exclaimed, running up to the commander.
Unlike most dwarves, this one had a somewhat higher-pitched voice. He was wearing round, thin-rimmed glasses and had a relatively small brown beard. His clothing was more fitting of an individual of higher social standing, rather than a mercenary.
"I wouldn't doubt him." a second person, this one a young orc woman, added, coming up behind the dwarf, "I'm missing a finger, two toes and a chicken because of him."