With no real idea or opinions on the matter, the Dwarf's inquiry passed him by, as it seemed to have the others, except the Green Man. His suggestions were sound, from what little Ramando could understand of his dialect. It seemed to, then, pass back to the Dwarf, visibly irritated by their lack of military strategery, of which he could feel no shame for lacking.
	Brannor'sir's sentiments were justified, and it seemed mutual among the others. Ramando held a similar sentiment, but remained silent, as he usually would. And, as usual, he acted toward the sentiment o their host, having no real authority over their own actions while under his roof. Ramando just helped without fuss, and went to aid in the repositioning of the pieces of the gate.[hider][url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1507]Athletics Check - 15[/url][/hider]
	Water had knocked it down, shattered, exploded, must have been quite powerful. Or, the state of the gate was so deteriorated that the wind simply pushed it over. Fleeting thoughts as he helped raise, position, and hold the, rightfully heavy and cumbersome, materials while Parum focused on the spell that undid time itself, reversing the efforts made against the entrance to the keep.