Sketti held up his 'hammerhand' and grinned, showing his yellowed teeth through his equally unwashed beard. He tapped the wall, indicating he was in fact, an Engineer as well as s Slayer. He wasn't keen on speaking back in Khazalid. He already felt he often revealed too much of their ancient language, walking around with his Khazalid tattoos for all the world to see. Though Men and Elves probably would not be able to fathom it if they tried. 

Sketti wasn't entirely untraditional, but even before he took the Oath, he was what some Dwarfs called 'disrespectful' to the hierarchy of his fellow Dawi. A few Dwarfs (other than his family, who as per tradition considered him dead the moment he shaved his head) whispered he had no guilt for his shame, and he had simply taken the oath so he would have free reign to make whatever he wanted, and that he had always had a death wish. 

That was only partly true! He had guilt for his shame, as any sane Dwarf would, and took his oath seriously. Far more seriously than anything else in his life, save his contraptions. Though granted, he hardly took much anything seriously...save his contraptions. 

He certainly took the surprise Elgi seriously as the lithe, twig like form fell out of the sky as if he or she had been drifting in the wind. "Oi!" he said, pointing at the Elf. "Yo-" 

Suddenly, their patron showed up and effected him in various magical ways. Thankfully, it wasn't enough to halt his Dwarven sensibilities (especially with a durned Elf present), but he waited until the announcement and images in his head subsided. 
"-...You must be lost Elgi! And blasted insane if you think you can come in here and speak to a Longbeard like that!"